SHATTERED

Chap:10: Loose Ends

Author's Note: The pic on the right if of Yuca

It was Mimi's third day, being a trainee waitress at Cafe Sweet . Since for now her job was to mainly observe and learn the ropes of the place, she had a valid reason and plenty of time to stand and stare at him.

How can one guy be so breath- takingly handsome ? Today he wore a pair of thick black glasses, that which on anyone else would have looked hideous , as if their eyes had been reduced to big fish-eyes....made him look sexy.

He was a regular at the cafe, He always sat at the corner table for two, with a good view of the main street from the window. Everyday he came in at the breakfast hour. Ordered the same two croquettes , a cream bun and a single cup of coffee with two spoonfuls of sugar.

It seems he was some sort of a news addict. Everyday three to four different newspapers would be strewn on the table. Mimi summed up five words that described him perfectly . Handsome, polite, quiet, aloof and peculier.

He had such luscious, silky locks of deep chocolate brown hair that from a distance his head looked like it was full of soft chocolate shavings. What wouldn't she give to run her hands through that hair . He didn't have a particularly muscular figure, he was lean but you could just feel from the aura around him that he was strong. Occasionally she would have the good fortune of serving his order when during rush hours , the cafe was packed and everyone else had their hands full.

She couldn't help but sneak peeks at his eyes , as cliche as it may sound but they were mysterious pools of dark brown , so dark that they appeared black. Some eyes come of as sexy, hot, dangerous or flirtatious but his you just couldn't read. They could be saying a hundred words or nothing at all. Unreadable.

He never spoke unless spoken to. In other words if he hadn't been so strikingly handsome, he never would have stood out as much. He would have been just another character in the stream of people that entered and left Cafe Sweet and Mimi would never have noticed him.

Clearly all this staring was unhealthy and uh... not to mention futile. Specially since , Mimi hated to admit it but he had such a gorgeous girlfriend. Never had Mimi seen two people so in par with their attractiveness.

She had wavy locks of spun gold for her hair. Not dirty blond hair, strawberry blond or platinum blonde , although each of those were all very attractive in their own aspects, she was the true definition of blonde. Her pale skin further amplified that hair and her sky-blue eyes. At an astounding height of 5.9 inch and the hourglass figure that she had , she was practically a model. Thus no matter of staring can ever make him take notice of her existence, with that beauty in front of his eyes.

As if to flaunt her height , she always wore the flattest possible sandals, pumps or flip-flops. Sometimes she would wear dirty, beaten , scruffy sneakers which on her became a fashion statement. Mini skirts and tanktops or leather pants, ankle boots, biker jackets and leather gloves with rivets on the knuckles were her favourite outfits. Rarely she wore dresses. Obnoxious and flashy jewelery and light but sexy make-up completed her rebellious, seducing diva profile.

The men in the cafe craned their necks to ogle at her, nevermind their ages. The waiters practically threw themselves at eachother tryng to get her attention and opting to do her order. Bowing over themselves to serve her every need if necessary. Disgusting and desperate. But again futile.

All of the waiters would give anything to be that boy who sat across from their diva and had all the girl's hearts without even batting an eyelid.

Aoi called Mimi to help out in the kitchen. She gave one last look at the boy and dejectedly left.

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