I named her Africa #Wattys2015

[thirty four]

The door clincked with her arrival,
blurry air, steady stare,
from table to table I'm walking on spirals
her eyes shift to my area, my heart
is a flare.

Between cups and orders
my back breaks a sweat
she recalls last night's memory
one wouldn't be able to forget.

Her lips part in a smile
and I wink at her from afar,
but customers steal my attention
as she walks down the aisle.

I pick up a glass bottle
left aside on the wooden counter.
She shakes her head as I mimick
guitarist motions,
gliding and spinning, her table I
encounter.

"You're supposed to throw me flowers on stage, did you never go to an old fashioned concert?" I said, quirking my lips at the edges.

"Maybe next time, if you stand up on a chair," she answered, raising her eyebrows at me.

"Is that a challenge?" I questioned, sliding on her opposite seat.

"Only if I win."

"And what if I do?" I asked.

"Even better. That means I get to see your miserable face when you're thrown off your job," she added, tilting her face to the side.

"I'd have no money," I mumbled pouting, "I'd have to sleep at yours."

"Like last night?" she said, rolling her eyes.

"Nah," I answered, letting the quiet sit between us for a few seconds, "closer, maybe even-"

"Don't you even dare," she warned.

I chuckled out loud, and she leaned forward, taking a sip of her tea to hide her stretched grin.

"Is this silly jerk being a problem, Miss?" A voice said, interrupting my laughter.

"The real question is when is he not," Chiara said in a sarcastic tone, turning her face in the voice's direction.

"Hey Declan, this is just a brief chat, I'm back to taking orders right now," I said, just to let him know, "Oh, Chiara this is my boss, Declan-"

"Declan Reynolds, I know, " she said, rubbing her arm soothingly with her opposite hand.

I turned to Declan with a questioning gaze.

"I didn't think you knew her already."

"Oh yeah, I met her a few weeks ago, took her order," he said.

She nodded in agreement. "Sort of."

"Here's your coffee, thought you might like a cup of it, it's fresh," Declan told her, staring at her intently.

I narrowed my eyes in confusion.
"But she drinks tea-"

"Thank you Declan, I appreciate it," Chiara bursted, halting my words.

"You're welcome dear. Faust these people are complaining their food is taking too long."

"I'll be right there," I murmured in a low tone, tightening the cords in my neck.

Declan left, his name being called by a waiter managing the cash.

"So..." I swallowed, taking my phone out and typing as I spoke, "guess I'll see you 'round?"

"I guess so, yeah."

"Great.
Check that out," I blurted, pointing to her bag as I got up and hurried back to the counter, where people were rushing everywhere.

"Check wha-" she asked, cut off by her ringtone.

[Text from: RandomlyAssaultsHouses

-Picking you up at 7. You still owe me that date. x-]