When I say King, you say Dom

Chapter 3

Carmella P.O.V

                   There's not much I've wished for, in fact life was normal and perfectly plain. I've wasted all the hot water and the sting of the chilling water starts its mean descent along my body. Quickly turning off the water, my hair dripping, I grab my towel and make my way back to my room. I can smell the delicious scent of pancakes and eggs coming from the kitchen and my stomach grumbles in response. It's a blessing my mom still makes me a breakfast, most times she wont let me make her dinner, I guess she loves to spoil her only child. I smile to myself as the warm feeling of love swirls somewhere in my stomach. My wardrobe has its fair amount of junk to choose from, thank the Lord its work today so all my options are these faded ripped jeans or some black shorts. Tossing my towel I decided it was a jeans kind of day and got dressed, pulling my hair into a wet high pony tail and then braiding it to complete my look.

                  The smell of pancakes brush my face again, whispering a promise I wont forget as I make my way to the kitchen. I grab a piece of toast, munch on it and take my spot at our dinning table. "Mom, you know I can make my own pancakes right?", I tease her just to see her frown and shake her head. I'm rewarded with a larger smile on her face and she says, "Darling, you would burn my house down if I left you for a second!". I held my chest and screwed up my face in agony and try to sound as hurt as possible, "I would never!". We giggle and share her wonderful breakfast before I head down to manage the café.

The Ocean's Café is about ten minutes away without traffic, not there's much really. My car gets me there in five minutes and I drive like an old person. The way to work is beautiful, I never get enough of the span of the ocean melting into the shore. Sometimes on my lunch break I get hotdogs from my favourite spot on the beach. I'll drag out eating just to have the sand in between my toes and wish to know what the ocean felt like. Growing up my mom never had time to take me to the beach, even living so close. In return I never learned to swim and it seemed I never had the interest. When I was younger and rebellious I once went to the shores' limit just to stand with my feet in the water. That however was never repeated after mother decided it was completely fine to alert the entire beach by screaming I cant swim. With that embarrassment I never went in again, but I dreamed what it would be like. Sure I've been in a pool, but the ocean's different...and I'm certain everyone would agree with me too. I feel the ocean calling to me at nights, there's a hush when the ocean crashes against the rocks and shore. I yearn to know what it must be like to feel the water surrounding me, just like a cheap romance movie and the main actors are making out heavily in the ocean.

             My work day starts around nine in the morning and last any where from five or six in the evening. Its a fairly packed day, considering it's smack in the middle of the summer and a Saturday that makes it worse. The café is just across from the beach and the Ocean's Café has had a reputation to have the best chowder, so as you can imagine, we've got a crowd when lunch time rolls in. I spend the first couple hours prepping my waiters and chefs, we always plan ahead. Well technically I always plan ahead, I manage everything so its my job right? Besides being in control of all my situations is something I'm great at. I make sure every table is in top condition and wait till lunch hour to come in heavy.

              "Happy Birthday, Gorgeous"', a very familiar voice creeps up from behind me. I roll my eyes and try not to scowl in response knowing exactly who the voice belongs to."Thank you Andy... aren't you suppose to be taking inventory?" I try my best to be professional looking at Andy's face, he reminds me of grease and grime with his dark hair slicked back with too much hair gel. "I've already got that sorted out, can't a guy wish a beautiful girl happy birthday?", he purred out, it felt like venom against my cheek when he leaned forward and continued," I say we have a celebration! Let me take you out and show you a really good time." I almost gagged but kept my face still and answered kindly, "That sounds a little more than professional and I have something already planned so if you'd excuse me, I see our first costumers arriving." With that I pushed past him and focused my attention to the lovely family of four. I led them to a table and started taking orders. As the day progressed I juggled being a waitress and a cashier praying for release. We were so under staffed I was begging for workers. Andy had walked in three months ago looking desperate and in need of a job. What can I say I was a sucker for those in need, I was once there. That was probably the stupidest decision of my life and I'd later regret even more.