Baby Girl [Harry Styles]

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It was Monday, my first shift of the week at 'Alexandre's Cafe'. I took a brisk shower, nothing fancy, got out, and put on my uniform, a short red skirt with a pouch for my notebook, and a plain white T-shirt, which for some reason, was always tight.
I guess you could say it was the usual appeal that a waitress would have, even though I think it's highly stereotypical.
I tied my hair in a high ponytail and put on my white Vans, and headed out. The cafe was walking distance from my apartment, which was a good thing, so I didn't have to keep paying a taxi fare.
I was always one of the first staff to arrive so I checked myself in and started getting the place ready for customers.
The time went by and soon enough it was 2pm.
There was an order for a chicken parm sandwich, so I put it up on my tray and headed over to table 7, the table that ordered the meal. I put down the plate, and began to walk away. But one or two steps later I dropped my pen. As I bent down down pick it up, I heard a slow, raspy voice with a British accent say from behind me say, "I'm sorry baby girl". I was quite shocked to get an apology, especially with the words 'baby girl'.
I turned around to see a charming man eyeing me. It was the man I just served. His hair was brown and fairly long, his eyes were the most beautiful shade of green I had ever seen. His shoulders were broad, clearly he worked out. He was wearing simple blue skinny jeans and a grey t-shirt that enhanced his biceps. I smiled and said thank you.
He smirked. As I went back to the counter, I couldn't help but look at him. He ate with such grace and poise. And the way his jaw line was so sharp, I just couldn't stop staring. He noticed me staring, I quickly turned away and pretended to be working the cash register.
I looked up to see if he was still looking at me,he was.
The entire day, I couldn't get his face out of my mind. He kept me up all night, so many scenarios popped in my head, all including him.
The following day at work, he was there, at table 7 again. And the next. He came back 3 days in a row. On Friday as I was clearing up his plates, there was a piece of tissue with the words
"I couldn't help but notice you. Call me sometime. All the love. H".