Sierra' s P.O.V
"Debbie said you're closing tonight."Jared said as he passed me the keys. I put them in my pocket and rolled my eyes. Debbie is my boss, so of course everything she says goes. Jared leaves without a goodbye, I don't blame him. I couldn't wait to get out of this hell hole. So many assholes we have to deal with everyday. I grab a broom from the closet and start sweeping behind the ovens of the Pizza Hut, sweeping the dirt and crums into a pile. I hum my own tune, and sweep the dirt into the dust pan. I hear the bell on the door ring and the cold air is on my face as the door swung open.
"We're closed!" I call out without looking, only keep sweeping making the floor spotless.
I hear no respond. They couldn't have left, the door bell didn't ring again. I lean my broom against the wall and walk to the front counter to see what the person wanted. I walk to see and a guy at a table in the back, his back facing me. I really don't need this at 11:00 at night. I stay behind the counter try to look what he's doing.
"Excuse me, sir? I said we're closed."I say politely. He gets out of the booth and walks toward me, and I see him a little clearly now. He has green eyes, curly brunette hair, he's wearing really tight jeans and a red flannel that looks as if he ripped off the sleeves himself. I'm shocked by his beauty and gasp under my breath. He looks at me with a slight smile. He's now at the front counter and it looks as if he doesn't care that were closed. I start to choke a little as I smell the stench of alcohol. I've always hated the smell of alcohol, it brings up memories and it just smells terrible. He's obviously pissed, drunk.
"I'm hungry."He speaks up, his voice slurring a little. I stifle a giggle. His face turns serious, and I think I pissed him off.
"What's funny?"He asks. I shake my head. I don't know why but I keep my eyes at his lips. They're pink and glossy as if he licks them a lot I lick mine while thinking about it. It's like that one trick where someone tells you to lick your lips and you have to try not to.
"Can I have cheese pizza?"He orders.
"Sorry sir, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave. We're closed, and if I have you in here and my boss finds out I'll be fired." I say nicely.
"But I'm hungry"He says quietly and looks down at the ground. My heart clenches, I can't turn him down. He's drunk, and just really hungry. We've had drunk customers in here before but he looks so sad right now.
"Okay, you said cheese right?"I head to the back and get out the dough and roll it out. After a eight minutes, I put the pizza on a big circle serving plate and take it to the table he's sitting at. He looks up at me and smiles.
"Here you go, enjoy." I start to walk back but he grabs my wrist and stops me. I turn back towards him and he gestures me to sit with him.
"I really can't, I have I finish cleaning up."He licks his lips and drops my hand. He's really hot and I can't help but stare at him for a little more. He picks up a slice of pizza and starts to eat it. He stops and looks at me as I'm still standing there gazing at him like he's some kind of art. But he sure is beautiful like art.
I snap out of it and walk back to the front counter and grab the broom once again. After I sweep I start to mop. I hear the guy cough which means he's still there. Not that I would care or anything. After a hour of perfecting the kitchen I go to wash the tables only to see the guy asleep in the booth. I let out a frustrated sigh and write a note saying that someone else is going to have to clean the tables. I have no more patients left for the night.
I shake the guys shoulder and tell him to wake up he shutters but doesn't wake. I start to get mad after the fifth try, so I run to the kitchen and get a cup a water and go back to the booth. I don't hesitate to pour the water on him. He immediately wakes up with a jump.
"What the fuck?!"He yells. I flinch. He looks around and then me.
"You fell asleep. You need to go home now."I inform him.
"And who the fuck are you?"He says harshly. I'm taken back by his rudeness, he sure isn't the same drunk guy who ordered pizza at a closed Pizza Hut an hour ago. He's more harsh.
"I work here, and now we're closing."I say a little more quietly but he still hears me.
"The room is spinning."He speaks while holding his head. Oh no, he's going to throw up. But to my surprise he doesn't.
"Do you want me to drive you home or something you don't look stable enough to drive."I say worried. Well this is going to take longer than I thought.
"No I can drive myself."He stubbornly stated as he stumbled out of the booth trying to find his keys in his pocket but failing as he kept missing the pocket hole. He slipped his hand in his back pocket after many attempts. He looks down at me and tells me to move. But in that one second my eyes locked with his and something happened. Something amazing. It felt as if an alarm clock in my head went off but not some head pounding noise that makes your head hurt. But when I felt this this, there was no sound only a instant realization, of what though? I felt it in my heart, like something was bound to happen.
I could tell he could feel it too because his green eyes widened and then he shook it off. He started to walk away but he was holding onto things for support.
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I put the keys into my ignition and started to drive down the street he told me to go to. It's about 1:11 am and I knew I should've locked the doors as soon as Jared left. But I couldn't image where this curly headed boy would be now if he didn't come to Pizza Hut. I could feel his eyes on me and it was making me extremely nervous. I clear my throat.
"So, what brought you to Pizza Hut?"I say only to break the silence in the car. I honestly didn't think I would ever drive a drunk stranger home at 1:11 in the morning. But I guess we never know what's going to happen in the future.
"I was hungry. So I drove here."He spoke quietly not moving his gaze off me.
I was about to ask him another question but he beat me to it. "What's your name?"
"Uh, Sierra."I tell him.
"Mines Harry"
Hmmm... Harry. I was going for a Mark, but Harry suits him better. It is his name after all, so of course it's going to sound better than Mark. I wonder what he thought my name was.
"Nice to meet you, Harry"I say brightly. I don't even know how I can still sound so happy even when I'm dead tired, and its one in the morning. I guess it's my talent.
"Yeah, yeah"He mumbles.
We arrive to his apartment and I stop the car and put it in park. He unbuckles his seat belt and opens the door climbing out. He turns back to me.
"Thank you, Sierra."He says slowly looking directly into my eyes. His eyes light green even through the dark I can still see them so clearly. He swallows hard.
"Your welcome. Your car will be in the parking lot tomorrow, I'll tell someone not to tow it." I reply breaking eye contact. He nods and pauses for a moment before fumbling around in his pocket pulling out his phone.
"Can I have your number?" He asks and I'm a little taken back, he doesn't look the kind of guy who would usually ask girls for their number. Looking the way he does, he probably get a numbers thrown at him everytime he walks out on the street.
I nod my head rapidly. He gives me his phone and I put my number in and handing it back to him. He thanks me and says goodbye, walking in his apartment elevator. I sit back against my seat heavily, and let out a sigh.
"Time to go home,Sierra."I say to myself.
