The Diner

Introduction.

This is the beginning to The Diner. It is a romantic love story unlike no other. I hope you enjoy.
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I wake up to the most dreadful noise of all time. My alarm.

It is 8:00am, on a Sunday morning. I turn off my alarm and roll over, covering my face with my pillows. My room is bright, from the sun cascading in through my large window.

It is mid-summer. July 20th, to be exact. All summer I've been working at my job. I work at a diner not too far from my house called Morning Munch.

I kick my sheets off of my body and slowly get out of bed. I sit down at my makeup vanity in my room to get ready for work.

I brush my long brown hair up into a messy ponytail. I decided on putting a tiny amount of makeup on.

I coat my lashes with some mascara, and apply my favourite pink lipgloss to my lips. I fill in my eyebrows lightly, and put some powder on my face.

I go over to my closet putting on my light washed jeans, my black tee, and my black and white sneakers. We're allowed to wear our own clothes to work, which is much appreciated.

I check my phone for the time, and it reads 8:34am. I start my shift at 9:00, so I make sure to grab my purse and my car keys and hurry out the door.

After a ten minute drive to the diner, I park my silver Mazda 3, and head on inside my workplace.

Today I was on cash, so I unfortunately had to socialize with the customers, which is something I'm not too good at.

Ever since I was a little girl I've found it hard to talk to people who I'm not familiar with. I just don't know what to say. I'm just very shy.

I grab my apron that all of the staff have to wear, and punch in, notifying the managers that I'm here.

I stand in front of the cash register, and wait for my first guest of the morning. I look down at my feet, finding something to keep me occupied.

The sound of the bell chiming on our door made me snap back into reality. I had a customer.

"Hi, welcome to Morning Munchies, how may I help you?"

I look up at I'm suddenly caught off guard. The most handsome guy I have ever seen is standing before my eyes.

"Hi there, can I get a medium double double and a cinnamon raisin bagel for here please?"

I take his order, as I'm trying not to panic. I suddenly start to feel insecure.

"$4.32 please."

He hands me a $5 bill, and as he passes me the money, his hand slowly touches mine.

"Keep the change, beautiful."

I don't know how to respond, so I just smile and nod.

"Can I get a name for the order please?"

"Darian."