Grace's P.O.V
There it was. I scan the sign, gold sparkly letters spelling out Sophisticated. I see where it gets its name from, I suppose it is.. Smart? No, classy that's the word. I stroll inside.
Well this is, different to what I thought. "Oi" a fairly deep Irish accent spoke interrupting my thoughts. I whirled around instantly. "I-I was just, coming to ask about a job, I saw it was vacant? I-I wondered if I could speak to the boss?" I stuttered, my nerves clearly showing.
The man with fluffy blond hair with brunette roots coming through slightly spoke again. "Well, you're looking at the boss? And we're almost shut now."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm grace by the way" I offer out my hand. What am I doing? He takes it firmly and pretty much crushes my hand. "Niall. Niall horan. So you say your interested in the waitress job going?" He pulls his hand out of mine and crosses his arms across his chest and leans back against the paying counter smugly. "Yeah I was"
"Well you've got it. Start tomorrow, at 9am sharpish, you've gotta open up too, I won't be here till later. You know got things to do and places to be, need a longer sleep and that." He throws the spare set of keys to me I secure them in both hands.
"Oh run along now grace." He said in a bitter tone.
I immediately obeyed him, scurrying out the restaurant.
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Trepidation | Niall horan
RomanceNiall Horan, working at sophisticated. Had that thought ever crossed your mind? Maybe even just once? When Grace moves into town and discovers an unoccupied job, as a waitress, with Niall as her boss things change. And they change fast.
