Beautiful With You (Norman Reedus)

Chapter 7

I woke up with a screaming headache and my eyes didn't want to open. My alarm incessantly buzzed over and over again. I moved my hand to slam down on my alarm clock, my hair all over the place and I felt like it was sticking up. I rubbed my eyes as I sat up and moved like a zombie out of my bed and into the shower, the water waking me up but not enough. I knew I had to get coffee into my system and today was going to be more than one cup of coffee. I picked up the pace once I saw the time and I made myself a travel mug of coffee and sipped at it rushing down to my car, my hair hanging limply as I forgot to even brush it, but right now I couldn't care. I made my way through New York traffic as best as I could and made it just in time, clocking in and looking around the diner. There were two customers and they had already been waited on. I went towards the back into the bathroom, pulling my hair into a low ponytail, coming back out and running my hands down my white apron to smooth it out.

I saw a man sitting down at the table and went over to him, "How can I help you?" I asked, the smile on my face.

"Can I start with a coffee?" His accent was thick and he looked familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Sure thing," I poured him a cup of coffee and smiled, "do you need time?"

He shook his head, "My friend suggested scrambled eggs with cheese, bacon, and toast."

I widened my eyes as everything clicked into place and I now know who it is that was sitting there, Andrew Lincoln. I wrote down his order and smiled back at him before moving towards the ticket line and put it in. I felt nervous but not as much as I did with Norman but he was still on the same show and I loved the show. One of my friends got me into it and I was hooked, once I actually paid attention to it.

"Here you are," I spoke, setting down his food and refilling his coffee.

"Thank you," he smiled and looked at me.

"C-c-can I get you anything else?" I asked him, chewing on my bottom lip now, feeling the skin pull slightly and then snap back down. I was nervous wreck right now.

"No, I am just wondering why Norman didn't say how beautiful you were," he said, sipping his coffee and my cheeks flushed.

"T-t-thank you. Norman's talked about me?" I asked him, shocked to hear that but I don't know why I was.

"Of course. He just won't shut up about you," He sends me a playful smile, letting me know that it doesn't really bother him at all, but he finds it amusing.

I poured some more coffee into his cup and removed the plate from his table, bringing it into the back with the other dirty dishes and came back out with a piece of apple pie that he wanted. I loved the diner's apple pie, it was amazing. They put a little bit more cinnamon in it than the recipe called for, mixing in a little bit of cream. It was a big hit and we seemed to be selling out of pies left and right, when we are at our busiest, and I have only ever worked that when I didn't have classes.

"So what has he said?" I asked, the question having been weighing on my mind.

He chuckled and told me it was nothing bad, but that still didn't curb my enthusiasm to know what he had said. I just wanted to hear how he talked about me, yes it made me feel better to know that he actually said nice things. We continued to chat when I could and I felt like it was how Norman and I were. I loved Andrew Lincoln as an actor but no one could get me like Norman could. I missed him, although I had just saw him last night, but I wanted more of him. Our conversations just flowed between us and I felt like we had grown closer together than we were before.