Remi Never Smiles ✔️

Chapter 4

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In case you people could not tell, I am a sucker for blue eyes. I hate the color blue, but if it's somebody's eyes I just asdfjkl;... Also I got my nails done and did not realize how freaking bright they are. Bright lavender and my skin do not really mix to me. Everyone says otherwise, though, so I'm very confused. Oh well. That's enough about me. Enjoy.
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"Hello, welco-. Oh. Hi, Luke."

I was in my Starbucks uniform, looking at Luke's bright blue eyes.

"Hey, Rem. I didn't know you worked here." He smiled brightly.

"Yeah, I'm kinda new. What can I get you?"

"A medium vanilla bean creme. Not really the biggest fan of coffee."

I started typing in his name on his receipt. "Me neither. The, um, wait line is down there." I pointed to the semi-long line.

He gave me another pretty smile and went to wait. I tried to make everyone's drink without messing anything. The whipped cream can shot me in the face at least three times and I'm pretty sure that Luke saw every single one, considering the fact that I heard him giggle every time.

I called out drink orders and names until I reached the end (Luke's). Again with the smiling. I didn't mind though. I handed him his drink, spilling a little bit on him when I put the top on.

Thankfully, he laughed. "It's fine. Hey, when are you supposed be off?"

I glanced at the clock and sighed. "10 minutes ago. Why?"

He nervously scratched the back of his neck. "I, um, wondered if you wanted to hang out for a bit."

"Sure. L, I'm clocking out."

My manager, Luna, nodded, perfectly topping a drink with whipped cream and caramel syrup.

I turned in my apron and visor before following Luke outside.

"Hungry?" he asked.

"Depends on if you're paying," I answered, getting a goofy laugh in response. "Loukanos, I'm serious."

"God, you sound like my mom! Yes, I'm paying."

"Then, yes. I'm starving. I haven't had breakfast."

I followed him as we walked down to a little 60s-themed diner. We were immediately asked for our drink orders, probably because there was basically nobody else there.

"Did you really just ask for a chocolate milk?" he asked me with that smile of his.

"Did you really just smile again?"

He tried not to grin again, but failed. "There's nothing wrong with smiling! You know, I have never once seen you smile."

"I'm not a smiler."

"That's gonna change."

I rolled my eyes and watched our waitress set down my drink. I, because Luke claimed he wasn't hungry, ordered a small burger. He squinted at me in confusion.

"I thought you said you were starving," he said.

"I am," I admitted.

"You don't want anything else? I can pay for it, seriously."

"I'm okay. I need to lose more weight according to some people, anyways," I mumbled.

"Remi, I don't know if it's my place to say, but I don't think you need to lose anything. You're thin." I gave him a weird look and he sighed. "I mean, not freaking bony, but... You're not like a twig or a toothpick, but... I'm not calling you fat or anything! It's just th-"