1. One Chocolate-Drizzled Emma, Please
She maneuvered her way around the tables, and stopped at one of them. She placed a chocolate milkshake on the table, beside a plate of cinnamon buns.
"Anything else, sir?" Emma asked.
The man shook his head.
Emma turned around to find a guy's face very close to her's. "Call me 'sir', babe" he whispered in her ear.
This guy was a pretty good looking guy, she had to admit. He was wearing the typical "bad-boy" leather jacket, over a black polo shirt and dark washed denim jeans. His features were delicate yet boyish. He had a chiseled jaw, and full lips. His eyelashes were long and they framed amazing chocolatey brown eyes that gazed at her, up from his tall height.
She sighed. It was as if all LA boys were the same. Flirty players who constantly hit on girls as if they were in a boxing game. A game that never ends for them, atleast.
... Thinking of it as never ending, what if they hit on girls when they were married at 89 years old in a retirement home? Do these kind of people even get married?
She backed away, avoiding the table behind her. The cafe was quite empty, as it was noon time, and it was a breakfast cafe.
Emma went over to the counter, hoping the guy would give up.
But let me tell you, LA guys are very stubborn. They want what they want.
The guy followed Emma, and tapped her shoulder.
Annoyed, Emma turned around. "What do you want?" she said.
"Geez, calm down. I was just trying to order something" he said loudly. "Is this how you treat customers?"
Emma froze. The few customers that were in the shop turned to look at the pair, watched on with keen interest.
Her boss came out to the counter, and started scolding Emma. "Now let the man order" she told Emma.
Emma's face was bright red when she turned back around to the guy, who had a smug smirk on his face. The kind you wanted to slap off his cocky, arrogant little good looking face.
"What would you like to order?" she forced out, gritting her teeth.
"What? I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you. You're gonna have to speak a little louder" the guy feigned innocence.
This guy! Emma thought to herself, angrily. Who does he think he is, acting all high and mighty, as if he's better than me, the stupid little-
"Emma!" the annoying guy sang, waving his hand in front of her face.
"Oops, sorry. I was thinking too hard about how to torture you the best. Cutting off your balls or pulling your veins out your fingers. What do you think would work best?" Emma batted her eyelashes, smiling sweetly up at him.
She could see him visibly gulp, before plastering that annoying smirk on his face again.
"I think a kiss would suffice" he said, staring into her eyes.
"That isn't an option, I'm afraid" Emma deadpanned. "Would you just order already?" she massaged her temple.
"I want red velvet waffles with extra cream cheese, a cup of strong black coffee and a little chocolate drizzled over an Emma" he finished.
Emma realized what he had said and she was sick of this customer. "I'm not on the menu" she seethed.
She took his order, minus the chocolate covered Emma, and took it to the counter.
A few minutes later, his order was ready. Emma braced herself, squared her shoulders, took a deep breath and carried the tray over to his table.
The guy looked up from his phone, and grinned at Emma's exhausted face. She placed the cup of coffee and the waffles on the table.
"Would you like any syrup?" Emma asked. "All over you, yeah" he finished cheekily.
Without a word, she grabbed the boat of syrup from the other table, and was about to give it to him, when she realized he had stood up. It was too late to back away. The syrup splashed all over the two, and Emma was pulled into his embrace.
Their lips had lightly brushed each other's.
"Thanks for the syrup, Emmy" she said, handing her phone back to her.
Emma froze. How did he get a hold of her phone? How did he know her name? Oh wait, the phone had her name in the contacts. And she had a name tag. Emma mentally face palmed herself.
She watched as the guy left his food un-touched and exited the cafe, but not before a wink and a 'call me'.
She sighed, checking her phone for any differences. There was a new contact:
Shawnyyy 😙💋💓
YOU ARE READING
My Klutz
Romance"She was a klutz. But she was my klutz." Shawn was the typical high school flirt. Good looking and over-confident. Emma was a dancer who worked part time at a breakfast cafe. She wasn't interested in a relationship. Until she met Shawn. But ever sin...
