Café Chronicles

Chapter 1

Nathan's P.O.V.
"Hello Olive, how are you doing?" I ask the little beauty in front of me. She always had the most sweetest, welcoming smile waiting on me when I walk in. She already knows my order and how much it costs. I go ahead and hand her my $20 as she rings me up without question. My face was still a little flushed still from when I first walked in, I had caught her staring at me and looking at my outfit. To be honest, ever since I first walked into the café and I saw her, I had officially decided that I must look my best every day for her. I'm guessing by the look I got today that I did pretty well.

"Here you are, Mr.Woods" she gives me my coffee with 2 hazelnut creamers and one sugar. Not to forget that beautiful smile that she could use to make any man fall down to his knees in a matter of seconds. Her chocolate brown hair that ran past her shoulders in little curls that I could imagine running my fingers through every day. Those dark, mysterious eyes that hold so many secrets. And those wide framed glasses made her look so darn adorable. She was a true work of art.

"Thank you dear" I say as I get ahold of the steamy beverage. As that's happening, her soft, delicate hands touch mines in the process. I feel a lightning bolt shoot through my body as our skin touches. Both of our bodies jerk at the contact. Did she feel that too? Or did I just jerk and it freaked her out? Damnit! I'm so stupid?! I probably scared her.

"Sorry about that, love." I say while handing her a $100 bill as a tip. I really wish I could give her more but I didn't want to cause a scene in front of everybody. She looks at me with that bright smile of hers and lowers her head a bit in shyness, pushing her glasses up as they fall down her nose. God she's so cute-

"What was that?" I'm knocked out of my trance as I see her looking at me with a little confusion all over her face.

"Oh u-umm, it was nothing" I stuttered out like an idiot. Since when do I stutter?

"Since now I guess" she says with that silky, soft, beautiful voice of hers with a giggle.

I flush with embarrassment at her reply. I've never been so flushed by a girl before. Only she can make me this weak. Only she can make me this vulnerable. She's really something special, and I don't think I can find anyone else that could possibly make me feel this way. She gives me nervous butterflies im my stomach when she even comes to mind.

"Have a good day Mr.Woods" she says with a nod of her head and a quick smile.

"You do the same" I reply hurriedly as I practically bolt out the door to escape the embarrassment I'd brought upon myself.

God what spell has she put on me?!

I get into my Audi and let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in. I take a glance back into the café and catch her staring at me with her bottom lip in between her teeth. As if she were in deep thought.

She blushed as I spotted her staring and went on with serving her next customer. With a little smirk ascoss her face.

Well I guess I'll see her tomorrow then....

*Back at the office*
As I walk into the building, off my personal elevator, I see my receptionist sitting at the front desk with her plastic boobs sitting on the top of her low cut shirt and her red lips and overly bleached hair. I cant believe I actually had sex with that slut. But in my defense, I was drunk and she had followed me to the club.

"Good morning Mr.Woods", she purred to me, batting her fake eyelashes. They're not even eyelashes, they look like dreadlocks from all that mascara. I silently chuckled to myself at the thought.

I don't give her a response as head to my office. If you didn't guess already, I'm the CEO of the company. I run some of the most famous hotels all over the U.S.

After sitting at my desk, doing work, my intercom phone rings on my desk. "Mr.Woods speaking" in answer, already wanting this conversation to be over. You would think that being the CEO of a company would mean that you could relax at times and let all of your little employees do all the work for you. But no, it's the same for everybody, early mornings and late nights, all full of work. But then I hear a question that brightens my day.

"Excuse me sir, but you have someone here that would like to speak to you. She goes by the name of Olive Burberry. Should I send her up?"

Without rain, nothing grows. Learn to appreciate the storms in your life-🦄🍟

Don't worry the chapters will get longer as the story goes on😁