Midnight Lovers

Chapter One

Grace's P.O.V

My life has always been the text book definition of normal. I grew up in a two story house in Oregon with my mom, dad, and older brother. I went to school almost everyday, I got good grades, I sang in the choir and played on the girls volleyball team. I had no excitement in my life, I never had excitement in my life. I was plain, average, ordinary; and for the most part that was okay with me, until it all changed.

It was a day like any other. I woke up, took a shower, made some toast and went to my morning classes. That of course occupied several hours of my time, between my literature class and choir practice (yes I stayed in choir even after high school). Then it was back home so I could eat a quick lunch and changing into my "uniform"(aka a black t-shit and jeans) and heading to work.

I worked at a cute little diner on the far side of town. It was a family type establishment, owned by a sweet older couple. I'd been working there since I was 16, busing tables for gas money, but as I got older I got promoted, now I'm a full on waitress and assistant manager.

I got into work just as the lunch rush was ending, leaving me with the stranglers and preparing for the dinner rush that would start at about 4:30. I waved to the person who had the shift before me. She and I occasionally worked together on Sundays, her name was Taylor and she was nice enough, she had this huge plan to save up money and go to LA and try and make it big as an actress. I didn't want to tell her that was a bit of a cliche so I just let her keep her fantasy to herself.

I went about my usual work routine, refilling waters, taking orders, asking people how they were liking the food. Sure it can get boring especially when we were between rushes, but when we're in the middle of a rush it's none stop activity, running around, keeping who ordered what straight. It was times like that that I could sympathize with my mother who was a mail carrier. She couldn't remember someones name or face, but their address? Oh hell yeah. My brother and I loved to tease her about that.

I was watching the clock, hoping that the dinner rush might start earlier than usual. Almost like my wish came true the door chimed signalling someone had come in. Quickly I got off my stool at the counter and went to the front, plastering my biggest most fake smile on my face "Hi, how many this afternoon?"

I looked at a small group of three and was almost knocked on my ass. 

It was a group of three mega sexy, model worthy guys. The one on my left was tall, like super freaking tall with sandy blond hair and a strong jaw, to my right was a guy shorter than the first guy, but about average compared to any normal guy. He was a much paler shade of blond with soft brown eyes and a warm smile, and standing directly in front of me was the sexiest of them all. 

He towered over me by a foot easily, which was impressive considering that I was about 5'6". He had dark brown hair, and the most stunning blue eyes. He had high cheek bones and a jaw that could easily cut glass. 

It was rude, but I couldn't help myself. I was slack jawed staring at him, and he stared right back at me with wide eyed deer-caught-in-the-headlights look. One of the two others (I don't know which) cleared his throat, breaking me out of my trance. Quickly I grabbed three menus, trying to ignore that my cheeks felt like they were on fire "This way." I said softly, lowering my head to hide my face as I lead them to a booth.

I could feel the the lead guy's eyes on my back, which made my face burn even more. When I motioned to the booth the two blonds sat on one side and the brunette sat on the other, and had get to take his eyes off me.

I tried my best to ignore it and cleared my throat, pulling my note pad out of my little servers apron "Can I get you guys anything to drink?" I asked, shifting uncomfortably.

"Water." the cute one said, smiling warmly.

"Pepsi." the tall one said in a gruff voice.

I scribbled those down and looked over at the brunette. His eyes seemed to light up when I did, and he half smiled "coffee, black, please."

The please was a nice touch and I nodded, smiling, "I'll get those out to you guys as soon as I can, would you like to know our specials for today?"

The two blonds shook their heads while the brunette nodded. The tall one glared at him and the cute one smiled warmly "No thank you miss, we're fine with what's on the menu."

I glanced at the brunette who was glaring right back at his sandy haired friend and nodded before heading off toward the kitchen to get their drinks. I could see the other waitress that worked the shift with me was practically drooling over herself "Grace, you're so freaking lucky! You get to serve the models, and that brunette is totally giving you bedroom eyes!"

"He is not." I scoffed, pouring their drinks. I glanced at their table where all three were leaned forward having a hushed argument. "Besides, a guy like that would never go for me. He's extraordinary, I'm just ordinary."

The other waitress rolled her eyes and muttered a whatever and went to go serve a small family that had just come in. I put the drinks on a tray and carried it out to them, putting their specific drink in front of them, then picked up my little order pad "What can I get you guys?"

Almost in unison they said "Steak."

I blinked several times and couldn't tell if I wanted to laugh or be annoyed. "I'm sorry we don't serve steak here, but we do have burgers if that's alright."

"That'll be fine. They'll all be cooked rare if you wouldn't mind." the cute blond one said. I nodded, scribbling down their orders and went to tell the chef. I barely had a chance to walk away from the table before they resumed their hushed argument.

"She can't  be the one. She's human." Whispered the cute one. I slowed my footsteps and strained to hear the rest. 

"I don't care. She's the one." said the brunette in a low tone.

"Finnick, you're being stupid." the tall one practically growled.

Surprised by the harshness of his tone I scurried to the kitchen and placed the orders. Before I had a chance to think about what they were whispering the dinner rush started and I was too busy trying to remember who ordered what, and who wanted soda or water, that their quiet argument slipped my mind.

Every time I passed their table I could feel the brunette's eyes following me, when I noticed their plated empty other than the discarded condiments, including the bun. I asked them if they wanted anything else and when they said that they didn't I went and got their bill real quick before I got swept off in the crowd again, finally I managed to get their bill and took it to the register. They paid in cash so they didn't stick around, but before they left the brunette caught my arm and handed me a twenty "Thank you for the wonderful service." he said before leaving.

I would've stopped him and insisted that he take the money back, but I didn't have a chance before I heard the clatter of silverware and the scream of an unhappy child followed by a "WAITER!"

I sighed heavily, my whole body slumping. Sometimes I hated my job.