A/N: So we guess that this is finally it. The first ever part of our story, known as the "drumroll" prologue. Yup guy's. This is the prologue of our story Mr.Wild O'Wilde. It's still a shocker that there acutally are people who read this story. We were debating it to have zero reads, zero votes and zero comments on this story but no. It was not like that at all. At the moment, it's nine votes and that's enough for us to get motivated into writing this for you. So be thankful people, and forget the hate. It causes unnecessary violence. LOL.
On the side is a picture of Marlon Teixeira. A picture we found in the one place we're both addicted to. The internet. Yup. The internet.
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“Beautiful face. Beautiful body. Horrible attitude. It was the holy trinity of hot boys.” ― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian
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Prologue | Beginning Of An Unpredictable Tale.
The Northern Flake Cafe' was a small restaurant situated just a few miles out of town, near the beach, in San Francisco, Northern California. In simple words, this Cafe' was known as heaven during hot and sunny days, such as this one, but for the workers these days here were, a living hell.
"Next!" I called out as I handed the customer her chocolate and peppermint coffee.
"What would you like on this fine sunny day Ma'am? I ask grabbing a pen and my notepad from the counter.
"I would like an iced coffee, thank you." She gave me a warm welcoming smile.
"You're order will be right with you Ma'am. In the meantime, you can go and take a seat in one of the booths over there." I pointed at the empty booths at the left side of the crowded room. "It's not good for a lady your age to keep standing on such sunny days."
"Oh I may look old, dearie, but I'm as fit as an athlete." The lady said amusingly, and I let out a small laugh.
"But since you're telling me to sit, I'll go and sit, but once my order is ready, I'd like it if you come and serve me." She narrowed her eyes onto my name tag, trying to get a glimpse of my name. "Lydia dear."
"I'd love to Mrs---"
"Oh you can call me nan. My grandson does and he's about your age." Sighing, I nodded.
"I'd love to nan." She smiled at me, before slowly walking away towards the empty booth.
"Number 16 wants Iced Coffee." I yelled over the kitchen.
Turning my attention back to the next customer, I turned the page of notepad before saying."May I take your order?"
"Well," He chuckled huskily, and I looked at him, with narrowed eyes. "I'd like to have a 5ft, 2 inched, bra sized 32B, baby blue eyed, brown haired, British girl named Lydia Grace Moore." He finished off with a mused smirk.
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