When I met Ash

Chapter 2

Today has been very busy for me. A lot of customers came in for coffee. I'm glad though because my shift passed by so fast I didn't notice that I have only an hour remaining before my shift ends.

My eyes flew at the door when it opens. Three tall, handsome guys and a slender but sexy, curvy girl came in. The girl looks familiar to me. I recognized her as the cheerleader and the leader of the mean girls in school, Yvette. Looking at them, I can tell from how they look and carry themselves that they all came from a wealthy family. One of the boys leaned at the counter and ordered three frap chillers. I quickly prepare their coffee and give it to the blonde blue eyed boy in front of me. I smiled at him."Here's your order sir."

"Brent, my name is Brent, not sir." He smiled back, flashing his perfect set of white teeth. "I know your name is Jade. Sexy." He said winking.

"Thank you," I said blushing. "anything I can help?" I asked.

"If you could sit with us, that would be great." He said jokingly.

I was about to answer him but another customer came in. A tall handsome guy caught my eyes. He just got in and he's standing there as if looking for someone.

The blue eyed boy followed where my eyes are. He cleared his throat and chuckled when he saw where my attention is and uttered,

"Of course, well, this wouldn't be the last time I'll be here. Maybe next time?" I didn't have the time to answer him. My eyes is fixed on the man standing in the middle of the room. I was stunned by how I'm losing my breath by just looking at him.

"Here's your phone, Cind."

I heard a bored raspy voice coming from the badboy. His voice sounds so cold yet sexy. I see him walked slowly inside as if he's got all the time in the world. He's so tall that my neck is hurting while looking up at him. He's probably around 6'3" and his height makes him stand out among the others. Well, not just his height but also on how he carry himself. He's wearing a black t-shirt and a black leather jacket and black tight jeans with rips in it, paired with black shoes. I can tell from his badboy aura that he is someone who makes girls crazy and drooling. This badboy is oozing with sex appeal. He has a beautiful face with piercing grayish blue eyes, prominent nose, and sexy, sensual lips. His hair is so black like raven which compliments really good on his pale skin. I wonder if it's dyed black or natural. If it's natural black, then he probably has a mixed blood or he's not American at all who just came here to visit or something. His silver ear piercings are shining. And he has tattoos!

Oh, my! Those are sexy!

His tattoos made him look more dangerous. Not the type who physically hurts woman but the type who breaks your heart into tiny little pieces that you'll never be able to make it whole again. I don't usually like men with tattoos. They always give me that feeling of not being safe. No offense to those people who have tattoos by the way. I just don't know why I feel that way. It's a surprise that I'm not feeling that way looking at this mysterious, sexy, tattooed man in front of me. I scold myself for thinking stupid. I'm so thrown on this beautiful man in front of me that I forgot I'm still working.

My heart rumbles when he suddenly looked at me. He stared at me for seconds but it seems like time stopped and were locked into a different world, just the two of us, staring at each other. Suddenly, he moved, slowly walking towards me. What's this feeling? I felt like I'm suffocating. I can't breathe! He stopped right in front of me with our eyes still locked. His eyes are melting me. My knees are shaking and I'm holding my breath. I swallowed as I gazed his pinkish, sensual lips. I wonder what it feels to touch his lips. I bit my lips for the thought. I felt ashamed for acting like a highschooler.