𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 |𝟏𝟖+|

5

Etta Valentine's POV

That man is unfairly distracting and he's not even doing anything.

It's been almost an hour since I took Miguel his surprise breakfast over, which made him goofily happy once he saw what it consisted of: Bacon pancakes with a side of maple syrup ice cream, followed by a steaming mug of hot chocolate.

Once he tried them, he looked at me like I'd given him the whole world.

It was all very amusingly confusing.

But right now, I'm trying not to stare as he makes his way over to me.

Turning my back and scrubbing the counter in an attempt to make it look like I wasn't just watching him, I waited until I heard him ding the little antique bell atop the desk.

Moving towards the till area, I didn't have to fake a smile when I found him waiting for me with a grin so wide it almost touched his ears.

"Can I help you?" I asked casually, fighting off these weird feelings as he continued to shamelessly scan my face.

"I'm leaving now."

"Okay...?" I drawled out, unaware as to why he felt like announcing this to me.

"Can I get your name yet?" So that's what he wants.

I scrunched my face up, appearing to be deep in thought before finally answering. "No." The smirk I wore was foreign to me but boy did it feel like it belonged there.

Miguel pouted, his brows knitting together whilst his eyes sparkled. "But you know mine?"

I offered him a chuckle. "I didn't have any choice in the matter."

He feigned a gasp, slapping his hand to his chest and gaining attention from other customers for the I don't even know what time today. "I might just have to complain about you to the boss. Your customer service right then was very poor."

I shook my head, sarcastically rolling my eyes before shooing him towards the door. "Goodbye Miguel."

"Same time tomorrow?" His whole persona was infectiously positive, and despite how much I wanted to smother this unknown feeling inside me, I couldn't find the strength to care enough to do so.

"Depends."

His mouth curved up as his eyes sparkled again. They seem to do that a lot."On?"

"On whether I'm working tomorrow."

His face faltered for the glimmer of a second before returning to what I'm learning is his smiley usual. "Guess I'll just have to come and find out."

He backed up until he was at the door. "See you tomorrow Snow White! Or the day after that, or after that. Or that-" And with that he was gone, still continuing with his repetition whilst leaving me no time to ask why he called me a Disney princess.

"Is that your new man Etta?" Caroline, a regular inquired with a nosy expression that was permanently stuck to her face. Her partner in crime Tilda looked just as infatuated by the potential to gossip.