A Shot at Love

Chapter 1

*This is my first story so go easy on me about the grammar and punctuation*

Paisley

Sitting on the bus I tap my foot wishing that the bus could go faster. I hurry off the bus and down the street so I can make it to work on time. As I turn down the street that heads to the diner I see someone in front of me but before I could stop myself I ran into them. I fall backwards onto the cool sidewalk while my victim is still standing. Looking up to see who the person was I see why I was the only one on the ground. The person in front of me was the definition of a man. He looked to be in his late 30's early 40's. He had black hair and dark green eyes. His lips were pink and plump. As I traveled down his body was face began to heat up. He had the kind of body that you only saw in underwear magazines. Even though he was wearing a long sleeve dress shirt you could see his muscles flexing underneath the fabric. While in my daze I did not notice that the mysterious stranger had held out his hand to help me up. Placing my hand in his I look up to see a small smile on his lips.

"Are you alright," his deep velvety voice called out as he pulled me up.

"Y-y-yeah i-im fine, thank you," feeling embarrassed I released his hand and ran around him.

            When I arrived at work I was already 15 minutes late. I know I should be worried but this is my best friend's family restaurant so I have nothing to worry about. I head to the backroom to see my best friend David.

"Once again you're late," David says smiling at me.

"Considering the fact that your back here with me says that you're late too, idiot," I tell him looking over my shoulder. I open my locker and throw my purse in and head back out to the front.

As always I work the counter while David works the floor taking orders. It might not seem like a lot of work but running back and for the between the kitchen doing orders and pouring coffee can be very tiring. While all of the customers at the counter are taken care of I take a minute to take in the diner. Everything is still the same as it has always been aside from the new upholstery on the booths and stools at the counter. Pictures of David and his family are placed neatly along the walls with other pictures of community sports teams, jerseys and paintings done by local artist. Being here always made me feel like I had a home.

After being at work for about 2 hours I hear the ding of the bell and in walks a familiar face. The man I ran into on the way to work is now wearing a jacket over his dress shirt and a dark blue tie. He looks around the diner taking in the details before he looks toward the register and we lock eyes. He gives me a small smirk before he heads over to the far end of the counter and takes a seat. He removes his jacket and once again I can see his muscles flexing under his shirt. He loosens his tie and undoes a few buttons on his shirt allowing his firm chest to show. While serving a few of the new customers I glance up every so often to see what he is doing. After 10 minutes he finally puts his menu down and I head over to take his order.

"How are you doing today sir, are you ready to order?" I try to say calmly.

            As if hearing how nervous I was in my voice he rests his elbows on the counter and his strong jaw is his hands. I fidget a little because he still has not spoken. He is just looking at me as if waiting for me to crack. After what feels like an eternity he finally speaks.

"I'll have a stack of pancakes with strawberries and whip cream and sweet tea," he speaks looking directly into my eyes.

            I write his order down, take his menu and head to the kitchen. While walking I smile to myself thinking that he has quite the sweet tooth. Looking up I catch Michael, David's dad, smiling at me. Handing him the order I turn around but not before he stops me.