Jukebox

1. Jukebox

Eva twirled her light wavy brown hair around her thin white porcelain finger, meanwhile her other hand was tapping to the beat of Elvis's song. She was sitting down on a cute little leather baby blue booth while humming to the delicious smell of fries coming toward her making her bright white teeth show and her little dimple pop.

Unfortunately, it was for another client sitting on the booth right behind her, Eva remember the first time she saw that guy entering the diner today, and boy he did smell a lot like cigarets. She turned her small head subtly to the booth behind her to see the earlier man. His mop of curls showed, and the sun reflected its beautiful light toward the young man's eyes, making his green orbs a little more clearer.

She thought he was his style of man until she saw his black lip ring adorning his pink, fushia lips. The fries were layed onto the table and smoke coming from it, and the rest of his food being served. The man looked deep in thoughts in which his eyebrows was into a deep frown, of course the young lady noticed the other piercing on his eyebrow. He gave the waitor nod while the worker went back to the serve other people.

While she was looking at the scene she did not realise that the man was looking at her and admiring the same aspects as she did, once she noticed he winked and in a swift movement her back was pressing against the booth not being able to move any inch of her innocent body. She was mad.

This guy had his food served right before her while she was there first, and also how dare could he wink at her like that? His flirty action annoyed the brunette while her nude painted nails tapped the brown table. Once she heard another song other than Elvis Presley bursting in the jukebox she got up toward it and took some change in the back of her washed blue jeans.

Meanwhile, the brown mop followed her action and  also walked toward the jukebox while, he on the other hand, opened his wallet and took some silver pennies. He watched her action wondering what kind of music she liked, once he saw what she chose he decided to intervain ''Aw, not that shit again?''

Her body flinched at the sound of that raspy voice coming from behind her while she was picking her favourite Elvis song, Burning Love, she turned around meeting the orbs she decided to hate. ''Yeah got a problem with that?'' as she was about to press play the young mans hand roughly took hers and brought them away from the screen.

''What is your type of song anyway?'' She asked quite intrigued at what kind of music this man full of tattoos could hear. ''Me? I love rock, deep, heavy, screaming rock.'' The young lady eyes widened, there was no way he would put this in the jukebox, people will be so annoyed. She turned around and in a swift movement as she always does, pressed the play button and returned to her booth where some screaming fries and a delicious strawberry milkshake was waiting for her patiently to get eaten.

At those movements, the mop of curls was looking at her, watching every of her actions. Smiling at how she was acting , he returned back to his booth giving up the idea to change the music, he decided to let her win this argument for now. Of course he will come back he would never miss an opportunity to come back to the diner just to see her little attitude that he enjoyed watching.