Why Am I Saving Prince Charming

Why Am I Saving Prince Charming? Part 13

Why Am I Saving Prince Charming? Part 13

Chris's Pov:

I was drawn to Miah. Drowning into her eyes as the shades of blue swirled within the depths of her

darkening eyes. My glance caressed her pouting pink lips, the lower lip only slightly fuller than the top

gave her that perpetual look. I continued closer, seconds turned to hours as my only focus was...

~Pssst....pssst....PSSSSST Bob tried to get my attention

...Bob

~Psst...pssst...psst Bob started waving his hands...

(Ignore him...IGNORE HIM!!!) I frantically thought to myself

~Fiiiinnnneeee...ignore me, but don't say that I didn't try to warn you Bob turned his back to me

(Huh?) I thought, not really listening anymore. Miah's lips were only a breaths space apart from mine

when two plates were thrust onto the table and our waitress suddenly had her chest flung out in a

near collision with my nose as the disturbance reeled both of us back.

"Here you go darlin'...an order of the French toast special and an order of eggs and bacon. Is there

ANYTHING else I can do for you?" the waitress batted her eyes then gave me a wink when she

said "do"

"As a matter of fact you CAN!" Miah interrupted the waitress from her flirting as she gripped the table

tightly

"Oh? Of course, what can I do for you?" the waitress asked in both baby talk and patronizing way

"YES...for starters you can lay OFF my fiancé and second you can give this order to the ACTUAL person

who ordered it and come back with MY order" Miah said heatedly

~Aww...She claimed you as her fiancé...Bob sniffed

-I'm not talking to you right now...I growled

~Huh? Why not! Bob asked bewildered

-Well maybe it has a little something to do with you INTERRUPTING me! I curled my fist

~You are mad because of THAT! Please...I did you a favor! Bob shook his head in exasperation

-Favor! Ha! How could that have been a favor! I glared at him

~One-you were going to have your first kiss with Miah in a grungy old restaurant; two, you

haven't even asked how she feels about this and three, the waitress was planning on letting Miah's

order spill onto her lap! Bob gave a voila gesture

I frowned.

-Fine, I see some valid points for your interruption. I sighed

I focused back on the scene before me. Miah had turned the waitress into a blubbering, apologetic

nineteen year old.

"I-I'm so sorry about that! Really, I was so sure that I put you down for the eggs and bacon. I

apologize for the misunderstanding!" the waitress tripped over her words as she continued to try to

make amends

"It is fine, just cross out the second order and Miah and I will just share a plate. We really need to get