Waitress On Fleek

Chapter 1

"You would like a job here?" The woman asks, squinting down at me.

Her fiery red and curly hair that's styled up in a messy bun bounces as she disgracefully frowns.

    "Yes, ma'am!" I reply with a grin.

What better way to show good?

    She looks at me with a thoughtful gleam in her green eyes, wondering whether to let this sixteen year old girl work in this restaurant, or not. I honestly understand where she's getting at. I mean, I'm only sixteen- what's the rush? I can find jobs anywhere, but this Mexican restaurant took my breath away once I saw it from outside. The owner had done such a beautiful job taking care of the place. I didn't notice a single speck of dust as I walked inside. Beautiful red curtains filled the bare windows and there were pearly white tablecloths on each wooden table.

This job is destined for me! After discussing this with dad, he finally let me off but with a warning.

    "Do not pester anyone there, Crystal. I know how you are at home," he had said, glaring at me.

    But did he really know me? I'm a completely different person outside, then at home. And now thanks to him we just had to move to a completely different world (yes, I know I'm exaggerating but it's the truth) and I've lost all my past friends. Since we now live in entirely different time zones, there's no way my dad would ever let me call them up in the middle of the night. It's either email, or nothing. So stinking unfair.

    "You seem a bit too young to be working here," she says. Her frown deepens and her brown eyebrows scrunch up, eyeing my every move.

"I really will only be working here part-time, if that is alright with you?" I'm very desperate for the job, but I obviously can't tell her that! I need to somehow win her over.

Before I can say a word, a young man (who actually looks very young to be working there, as well) walks out of the kitchen behind the counter and stands right next to the woman.

She suddenly bites her lip nervously and eyes me, as if I'm a prowling creature about to eat her up for dinner.

Don't worry. I don't bite.

"Who's she?" he asks with an annoyed flicker in his dark green eyes. I can tell they're both mother and son, without anyone having to tell me. They have the exact same features which seems a bit out of the ordinary, but I'm not complaining!

He oddly seems very young to work here as well and now that I'm wondering this...

"Isn't he also a bit too young to be working here, ma'am?" I ask, squinting my brown eyes at her.

"Well, you're right," she nervously laughs and fidgets with her fingers.

"What the hell is happening?" The guy asks, looking from me to his mother. Curiosity fills his dark green eyes.

"Apparently she wants to work here," she says, frowning slightly.

"If you're letting him work here, then you should let me work here as well!" I tell her, stating the fact.

"Young lady, I'm sorry to burst your bubble but you should be moving on and looking for places that would actually hire you," the woman kindly says. Note the sarcasm.

The guy finally turns to look at me and that's when I almost stop breathing. He looks absolutely dashing and handsome... attractive in every damn way possible. His brown hair's a mess like he didn't even bother combing it and his pink lips curl into a smirk.

I can stare at his face for ages but having him there to distract me is just... cruel.

"Ma'am, I am sorry to burst your bubble but if you don't let me work here I'll have to notify the police that you're letting a young person work here," I threaten her, pointing to the guy.