The Demon Nerd & The Mystery Girl

Twenty-Three:- What Are The Odds? (REVAMPED)

Twenty-three:- What Are The Odds?

You gotta be kidding me?! Nathan snapped his head up to see the view before him. It looked like a horror movie to him.

The team actually brought him to his workplace! He was at a loss for words as panic started to rise in him. After so long he tried to not let anyone follow him to where he works or know where he works, it was unbelievable to him to actually be brought to the place itself.

Dashawn, the one who greeted them, and Nathan's workmate led them to a long table since they're a lot of them altogether. When Dashawn turned, he choked in shock when he saw Nathan staring at him with a pale face and wide eyes. The red cinnamon haired worker went and discreetly stood in front of Nathan.

"Nate? What are you doing here?" He whispered to him. Without a second, Nathan pulled his co-worker's tattoo-sleeved arm to the hallway towards the toilet. Surprised, Dashawn let himself be dragged.

Once the coast is clear, Nathan panted before he whispered, "I-I just got back from training those guys."

"Hmm, really?" Dashawn trailed off as he peered at the team who had themselves settled. Theodore was playing with the sugar and creamer packets whilst Brad smacked him behind the head, scolding him to behave.

In all of Nathan's moments of knowing Dashawn, he had never once seen him effete from all the work of serving customers and helping in the kitchen. He just kept on completing his tasks and make sure the customers are satisfied.

"Look," Nathan whispered seriously in Dashawn's ear. "Can you um . . . act like I'm one of the customers? I don't want anyone from my school to just crowd around here knowing I work here."

The broad male raised an eyebrow, perplexed by Nathan's request. "Why?"

Nathan groaned and rubbed his face. "Because my school is like a gossip-hungry agency and if they knew where I work or whatever; my privacy would be invaded forever.

"Ohhh," Dashawn dragged as he spoke and nodded, understandingly. "I gotcha." Nathan looked at him gingerly in hopes he would go along with his request. The kind co-worker turned and gave him a thumbs up. Nathan let out a sigh of relief before heading towards the table where the guys were.

Theodore saw Nathan coming back and motioned him to sit beside him which was by the end of the table. He sat down; still feeling nervous since he's actually at his workplace as a customer.

Not awkward at all. He thought as he mentally laughed nervously.

"Hey, I'm Bladen and I'll be your waiter for today." Nathan's jerked in his seat as he slowly looked up and his eyes caught the sight of Bladen's wicked smile and an amused glint in his eyes.

Oh, crab cakes. I bet Dashawn told him. He cursed in his thoughts. Bladen is a cheerful guy but at certain times; he's really cunning. He takes his job seriously even though he doesn't push himself to a limit like Nathan does when he worked despite him being sick that one time.

The rest of the team placed orders but only Nathan kept his mouth shut. Theodore looked at him, wondering. "Hey, Coach. You haven't ordered yours yet." Nathan wanted to sew Theodore's lips shut. "I . . . don't feel hungry," Nathan answered, dryly. "Nonsense! It's my treat since you helped us," Theodore told as he laughed and patted Nathan's back hard.

I wish I could choke this guy. Nathan grumbled.

"Is there anything you'd like," Bladen spoke as he leaned down and glared at Nathan in the eye, "sir?" He finished as that wicked smile widens. Nathan gulped and hesitantly answered, "Black tea . . . Please." Damn Bladen, I hate you!