The Cliché Lover

Chapter 3. The Love at First Side

Businessa Tygers

Businessa could not think of what happened in the Coffee in the Morning café. One minute she was walking (with glide mode on) inside the tiny café with her friend Tasha and the next minute she was holding this extremely stunning guy with the face of Baby Jesus in her arms.

She had chosen the Coffee in the Morning café only because it served authentic coffee made by poor foreigners. It was another thing that this was the first time she chose a place this cheap because she knew she would find her desired secretary in it for who she might or might not plan the most extravagant dates.

"Be my secretary." She said to Baby Jesus' doppelganger.

"What?" He asked meekly. The vulnerability in him shone like a halo and Businessa instantly wanted to protect him from everything in the world.

"Are you okay?" Businessa asked him politely.

"Ye-yes." He confirmed with a blush that made his cheeks look like the fire truck. It was hot.
Businessa also kept in mind the foreign language he had used and promised herself to check the meaning of 'ye'. Who knows, it could mean 'dear'.

"Uh..guys.." Tasha whispered to them "You both have been like this since past ten minutes. The customers think you're a living statue." And she gave an embarrassed laugh pointing at a puddle of coins near them.

Businessa helped the miserable waiter stand up and then straightened her jacket.
"So, you will work for me from tomorrow." Businessa announced.

The dashing, glowing waiter looked rather pissed than happy which surprised Businessa.
"But I work here and I'm a loyal employee. I am not joining your whatever-you-run."

"She runs Millis and Boonis." Tasha explained "And nobody will explain to you what Millis and Boonis does as a company but there will be a lot of board meetings, clients and tours. And did I tell you that once in a while there will be steamy-"

"Enough, Tasha!" Businessa interrupted sternly "You are giving spoilers now."

"It does not matter." The waiter said furiously. His eyebrows danced sexily whenever he frowned "I am not going to be anyone's secretary. I am a waiter and I take pride in it."

"I'll take it." Said the black unneeded waiter and Businessa could swear that the adorable Baby Jesus waiter looked jealous but he hid it well with tissue papers all over his face.

"What's your name?" She asked, removing the tissue papers softly so that they didn't hurt his beautiful face.

"Wa-Waiters Swans." He said and his breath was turning shallow. She could feel his horny breath on her fingers and it smelled like cheap mint toothpaste which was a complete turn on because never had Businessa kissed a guy who used cheap mint toothpaste.

"Alright, Wa-waiters." She smiled to him "You bring your résumé tomorrow at 10 in the morning. Tasha will give you the address-"

"I don't even work in your company!" Tasha complained but Businessa ignored her useless rants.

"I am not going to work anywhere but here." Wa-waiters said with finality.

Businessa sighed and finally nodded. She handed him her business card and then said "Whenever you need." Because even if I hire a new secretary I will fire her for you because Jesus rules.

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Waiters Swans

Waiters had never felt this helpless in life. To choose between his destiny and his dreams was not something Waiters was ready for. On one hand were his dreams of being something more than just a waiter and show Singers the right path of living life, but on the other hand stood his destiny of being a waiter, something that defined his existence and even his name.

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Three days later Waiters was unemployed again. Granny had died (I don't say that he killed her, my lips are sealed) and her café which was under a heavy debt was being auctioned. Nobody knew what the black guy, the blonde girl and the quiet girl were going to do now that they were unemployed and the state of the economy was too harsh to find job vacancies that easily but to hell with the depressing stuff, let's focus on this beautiful never-read-before love story.

Waiters sat in his room calculating his alternatives. He could either keep up looking for his destined job or give up and just accept the strange geek goddess's offer. Two minutes later he took his résumé (and noone knows when he made it because he never needed any when he was working as a waiter but this is a magical love story for a reason) and dashed out to Millis and Boonis company in Manhattan without the need of Google map. When he reached there he looked at the ten storey building inside a huge campus with the greek goddess's pictures everywhere and sighed.

Waiters was here to meet the woman he hated the most and his pants told him that this was not going to be an easy ride.