It Continues [BOOK 2] ✔️

Chapter Seven: Allie's Realization

Author's Note:
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"How do you like your eggs?"

"Umm, in a cake"

ALEXANDRA HASTINGS WAS LIVELY and so very beautiful, he thought that was why everyone in the café liked her so much. It had been approximately a week since Declan had worked at The Little Café and so far, it had been a very fun experience. The co-workers were nice to him and Mrs. Durant, too and the fact that there was Allie at the café working made him feel excited every time it was time to go.

However, back to the first sentence of the former paragraph. Declan hadn't had a proper conversation or 'a time alone' with Allie every day since last week because she was always with everyone. Whether at the kitchen or at the workers' lounge. The only contact they both had was brief eye-contacts and exchanging pleasantries and smiles.

At present, Declan wiped the table with a small wet cloth and took the glasses, placing them on the tray. He heaved out a sigh, hearing Allie's voice behind him, talking to Mrs. Durant something about oranges and Mr. Barn. He really missed hanging out with her - not that he'd ever actually hung out with her or anything - but actually be there with her. And only her. Then ask her out on a date, man. Stop acting like a wimp and man up!

Declan flinched as he listened to his conscience chastising him like he was some kind of seven year old kid. Oh, well, he really did feel like a seven year old kid in this situation. Why couldn't he just walk towards Allie, the most beautiful girl he'd seen (not that he'd seen much girls), and said 'I like you'?

Heaving out a sigh, Declan suddenly felt some sort of determination in his chest it came out of nowhere it surprised him. He was going to confess to Allie about his feelings the minute he saw her! Regardless of the fact whether or not she didn't feel the same or she already had a boyfriend, he was going to just man up and go tell her. Declan was sure the satisfaction of getting it out of his system would be worth it. Yes, do it, man!

A pat on his shoulder startled him. "Declan?"

Declan leaped in surprise, letting out a very unmanly and pathetic squeak before swiveling around, swallowing apprehensively when he saw the very subject of his newfound affection standing before him. Oh, God, I didn't mean now!! He watched in awe as Allie giggled, shaking her head in amusement.

"I'm so sorry," She chuckled. "I didn't mean to startle you,"

Shaking his head vigorously, Declan swallowed in apprehension and adjusted his glasses, his hands shaky. "I-It's alright. Do you need something?" Come on, man, this is you fucking chance! Tell her how you feel!

Silently asking his conscience to shut the hell up, Declan watched as Allie pushed a lock of dark hair to the back of her ear, glancing over her shoulder at direction of the kitchen.

"Well, actually, yes. Mrs. Durant told me to go to and buy some oranges. Apparently we'd been running out of them since a few days ago," Allie giggled, her hand covering her mouth in mischief. "Grandmamma is throwing fits back there, so I've got to go and save James's ass," James being our patisserie. He was... to put it blatantly, a delinquent that didn't give a shit to anything or anyone. But a very, very talented patisserie. It was one of the reason why Mrs. Durant decided to keep him other than her kindness and generosity.

I smiled. "You need me to go and buy them at Mr. Bran's?"

"No, actually," She smiled back, taking a few, small steps towards him. "I need you to go with me to Mr. Bran's," Allie shrugged sheepishly. "Please?"