His

Chapter 1 - He Appears

* CLATTER *

Several dishes and cups fall to the tiled floor, shattering on impact. Glass shards surround me threatening to cut anything that touches them. My manager looks up from the register to see the commotion, finding me on my hands and knees surrounded by broken glass. Customers start to stare and low whispers fall upon the room.

"Naomi Takahashi, get up now and clean this up. I did not give you this job so you can flop about." My manager harshly whispers. Her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail whips back around so she can return to helping a customer order their food

"Yes, Ma'am." I squeak.

I push myself up from the diners floor. My feet wobble making start to fall back. I instantly throw my hand back to catch me, but upon my hand touching the floor, glass shards cut into my hands flesh. Through the pain I finally manage to get to my feet. Blood drips from right hand. I rush over to the first aid kit behind the counter.

Of course we're out of bandages...

I quickly rinse off my hand and grab the duct tape. Using my teeth and my free hand I rip off a strip of duct tape and start to wrap it around my bloody hand. Tears well up around my eyes because of the amount of pain shooting through my hand. The bleeding stops and I grab the broom and dustpan. I make my way over to my mess when another customer walks in.

Out of the corner of my eye he is extremely tall. I turn away to finish cleaning. The man sits in a booth, sitting away from the window towards my way, and looks at the menu. When I finish sweeping up the shards, I quickly address all my tables, eventually, I take the order of the tall man.

"How may I take your order?" I try to say as sweet as I can through a smile hiding the pain shooting from my hand to now my arm.

He looks up from his menu, his eyes make me want to melt into him and stare at them forever. He was ever so tan and his hair was styled up and shaved clean at the sides. His jawline was perfect, almost sharp enough to cut.  Through his dark, navy blue suit I can notice how fit he was. I wanted to squeeze his arms,  I wanted to cuddle up to those abs, and cuddle into that broad chest. He pulls away from my eyes and notices my hand. I throw my hand behind my back, but before I knew it, he grabbed it. Pain shoots through my whole body now causing me to quietly cry out and almost collapse to the floor.

"You need to go see a doctor." He says softly to me while taking my injured hand into his, sending shivers  through me.

Suddenly my vision starts to darken, my hearing starts to fade, I collapse to the floor. The last t thing I hear is -

"Naomi!"