For Your Heart

Chapter 1

The cafe was running super slow, making it boring to be here, but lunch rush was almost here. I was wiping invisible specks on the counters, when the jingling of the bell caught all of our attention. I glanced to the clock on the wall like I could read it. Pulling out my cellphone it was barley ten:forty three, sighing I crossed my fingers he wouldn't sit in my section. I didn't want anymore old men hitting on me.
"Tally" Ms.Lucy called to me when the man sat in her section. Looking over at her, with my mouth open I silently whined, I didn't want to. Its not like I'm any sight to see you know, if anyone should go its Vivian, but she tended to send one message only with her hiked up skirt and low cut top. Grabbing the coffee pot, I walked over to the man sitting in the booth alone. He was dressed warm for California in May, it might just be all the black he he's got on.
"Good afternoon, I'm Tally and I'll be your waiter, can o get you some coffee?" I said, rasing the pot. He nodded his curly black head not looking up, his hand where folded tightly making me nervous. "We have choclate chip pancakes, that heal" I tell him, slowly as the coffee reaches the brim. He raises his head and i meet the most empty sad beatiful icy blue eyes known to man, his whole face is sexy, in a dark mystery way, that drew in young girls, but made little girls run. He had a killer smile and perfectly white teeth, Charmer was stapled all over him, but something that there was danger beyond this point. He did something to my brain, heart, and vital organs, because I needed to pee so bad all of a sudden.
"That's enough" he said, his voice was thick with an accent and man. Something not enough males in California had, which made me want to become a puddle.
Looking down, breathlessly I see the mess, I made. "Oh, I'm so sorry" I said grabbing the napkins whipping up the spilled coffee, blurting my apologies to him. "Really sorry" I say after its all cleaned up. He grins, "I think you could use a plate of those chocolate pancakes". I laughed nervously trying not to meet his eyes, "So what will it be?" "I'll take your word about those chocolate pancakes" I nodded running to leave him, "Your pot, ms" he called before I was five steps away. A quick blush ran throw my cheeks, turning on my heels I grab the jug. "Its Tally" I say lowly, before leaving his table.
"Worse than, Vivan, I swear" Ms. Lucy says snatching away the pot. I look at her and sigh, of course now I'm useless, when he sat in your section. After putting, in his request I go pack to whipping up nonexistent crumbs around the cafe. Just as the bell rings saying his pancakes are done the first wave of lunch rush sweeps in. Lucy takes him his plate and I try to focus on my job, but ever so often my eyes wonder to the back of his head, and it takes all my will to look away from him. I needed this job a lot more then I did him, my uncle was sinile and if I don't work no one gets feed.
I hear the bells jingle when he leaves and I watch him go, before setting down a fresh order of chocolate chip pancakes, in front of a little boy. "Thank you" he said, but I hardly noticed I felt split in two. Maybe it was his eyes that made me feel this way, but I just wanted to make him better. That didn't sound right, but that's what I felt the need to do, to put something in his eyes, give him something to go with that breathless smile.
After, my shift at the cafe, I went home to change and check on my uncle and little sister and brother. My siblings where fourteen and thirteen with Taylor the youngest he hated his name as did Tristan, she felt robbed. Our parents up and left when we where young I was only seven and uncle Kyle took us in and took care of us, he lost his wife in the process of it all, and then his mind. It was tragic story three orphaned kids and a single old man, I often felt I owed my uncle a lot more then I gave him.
"Tristan, is your homework done?" I asked, unclipping my hair looking at her on the house phone. Rolling her eyes, she put the phone down on the receiver, "Happy?" I roll my eyes, walking into the kitchen, Taylor sitting down doing his homework, I know something's up, but I have less then thirty minutes to get to my next job. "Whatever you did, it better have been worth it" I tell him, walking to the back there is three doors in the back one to the bathroom, and two bedrooms. I peek in on my uncle, he was sitting in front of the TV silent twiddling his thumbs, I went to change, only stopping to threaten my siblings and give up twenty bucks for pizza. A lot of people would say that these kids raised themselves, but those people didn't know anything, because between every job I've ever worked, I have made it to awards assembly, plays, after school activities, I was there. They may not be raining on money, but they had all they needed.
I walked into the bar joint I worked at Monday, Thursdays, and saterdays busiest days of the week for a bar, I also worked at a high end restraint Tuesdays, Wendays, Friday, and Sunday, it gave the best tips, but also the worst attitudes. Those people lived in snail eggs and octapus tenticales, they had a right to be mad. Drunk people though, where the happiest, grabbiest, and easiest to upset, but my bar shift usually sailed by.