Damaged Beyond Repair (Student/ Teacher) ✔️

Chapter 24- Alana

"Alana, the glass is already filled to the brim. You've been overflowing it."

I snapped back to the cafe when I watched the brimming foam cup, the worst case of body existing in present and soul wandering, "I'm sorry, Gabriel. I just..."

It had been four days since I had last spoken to Rowan or even heard from him. To say, I was shit worried would be an understatement. A single second didn't pass without me thinking of him. He preoccupied most of my mind, resulting in minor calamities. I was expecting Rowan to come after me that day, but he didn't. He was probably drowning his butt in gallons of alcohol, the thought electrocuted my body.

What was I thinking, leaving him like that?

"It's okay, I understand. I'll clean this up. Why don't you take the order for table number 4?" Gabriel was the life of the cafe, the modern superman who solved everyone's problems with a bright smile and no complaints, there were moments when I even visualized a thin halo around his head and his name was Gabriel? 

Coincidence, much?

I recalled the incidence that happened a day ago, I was wrapping up my stuff since it was closing time when a homeless man walked in and demanded food. Gabriel gave him a large meal for free and paid it himself. He might as well have invisible white feather wings for all I knew.

Angel or not, he wasn't helping me either.

I had managed to lose my Greek god of a boyfriend along with a wonderful teacher resulting in an average grade 'B' on my paper. Oh well, I guess all those days of hard work paid off somehow if only I hadn't screwed up with pulling that unnecessary stunt.

Veronica had suggested I apply more lip gloss and mascara, that way I had chances of earning extra tips but since I wasn't in need of desperate cash, I settled with applying my normal makeup. I made my way towards table number 4 where a group of giggling high school girls were waiting for the order to be taken.

"Hi." I plastered my best fakest smile, "What can I get you?"

The blue haired girl raised her finger, scanning her menu, "You don't have dim sums?

"The Chinese restaurant is down the street." I told her, tapping my foot anxiously.

"How about the dinner box? With the sandwiches and chicken wings?"

"That's on Tuesdays, why don't you take a good look at the menu card first and then call me, sweetheart."

Don't waste my time bitch; make up your damn mind first.

I trotted back to the kitchen where I found Gabriel stuffing the hamburger with lettuce, he grinned at me.

"What?"

"That's a customer Alana; you're not supposed to be rude to them. If Blake saw what you did he might fire your ass." He squeezed the mayonnaise into the patty, still grinning to himself, "Patience, my love, patience."

"You know what? I'll do what you're doing and you go take the orders."

"And let you burn your fingers like last time? I think not. You're like a walking disaster. Stick to taking orders."

I was yet to be acquainted by my other co-workers, by the end of the first day I was convinced they thought I had some major disease that infected those who spoke, smiled or even walked in my near vicinity.

Those little shits wouldn't even say Hi to me.

I watched a couple walk into the restaurant carrying their vibrant smiles and happy aura. The girl looked similar to my age and the guy nearing Rowan's. He led her to an empty booth, leaning close to her ear; he whispered something which sent the girl into a fit of giggles.