The Protective Heart ✔️

4. Protecting her from a cut

I woke up Sunday morning and jumped in the shower. I put on my black and white waitress uniform and drove to work in my old blue Ford Focus. I pulled up to the restaurant I worked at and sighed.

Only 3 more years and I will be able to get a job in psychology. I can do this.

I walked in and immediately heard my boss yelling at one of my co workers.

"If you can't even handle busing tables then you can find your way out right now!" Cindy yelled. I cringed at my boss's squeaky voice. I hated that woman, she was such a dictator. A young girl, who looked only about 14 years old came running out from the back crying and rushed out the front doors. I watched her, feeling sorry for the girl. Then my attention snapped up as I heard Cindy call my name. I rushed to the back and met her beady dark muddy colored eyes. Her grey hair was pulled into a bun like it usually was.

"Crystal, hurry up and get out there. Lisa called in sick and that little punk just ran out on us!" She demanded. I groaned internally but quickly clocked in and walked out into the dining room to wait on tables.

I hated this job.

I hated my boss even more.

But I loved the tips.

A lot of high class businessmen came here and their tips were amazing. It paid the bills and left some for me to put in savings. So I smiled and I took the verbal beatings and I sucked it up. I set a receipt on a table with a nice couple that were having an anniversary dinner. I turned around from the noise of the bell of someone walking in to see those damn mismatched eyes.

What the hell is he doing here?

I watched him as he turned the corner to find a table when we made eye contact. He smirked and it made me want to punch him in the face. I glared at him as he sat down in my section.

Damn it all to hell!

Is he stalking me or something?!

I slowly walked up to his table and did my spiel with just a little less enthusiasm as usual.

"Good morning, my name is Crystal, I will be your waitress. What would you like to drink?" He smirked at me the whole time I talked.

"I'm waiting for my coach to meet me here so I'll just have a water for now...Crystal. Hmmm...nope. I like Goldilocks better."

Fucking-son-of-a-bitch.

I narrowed my eyes at him at the use of my name.

But why in the hell is my heart fluttering like this? And what is with the Goldilocks thing?

"Mhm, I'll be right back with that." I said in an irritated tone and then turned on my heel and walked off. I brought a couple tables their orders that were done and then brought Declan his water. As I set his glass down, his coach sat down across from him. I gave the man a smile and proceeded to introduce myself again.

"Morning! My name is Crystal and I will be your waitress, would you like something to drink?" He gave me a sweet smile.

"Water is fine." He said and off I went. I noticed his voice was just a couple octaves lower than Declan's but they sounded similar. I thought again about if they were related. I decided they had to be but I was curious about the relation.