A SUMMER ROMANCE

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Grant's POV

I had this vague knot forming in my stomach, hardly allowing me to concentrate, I had almost no work and yet I felt something was about to start, something major. Trying to shake the tension I went to meet Mrs.O'Hare, she was swamped, tables full and almost no one to serve. She was handling the kitchen and the hall alone. I could see she was exhausted. Her steps were a bit shaky there were beads of sweat on her upper lip, I immediately shrugged my black jacket and got rid of the slim black tie, loosening my upper button of my crisp white shirt and rolling my sleeves I grabbed the dark brown apron and got to work. I had no idea how to cook but I was pretty sure I can serve. I immediately got to work, and started moving around the tables, noting down the orders, smiling, chatting. Now that a rhythm was set, and everything was running smoothly, the tension started to ease a bit. 

It was almost time for the evening rush and the lunch crowd was dwindling by the minute. The kitchen and the hall had a shift change, which meant we had the evening chefs and waiters coming in. Mrs.O'Hare stepped out of the kitchen looking tired and exhausted, holding two mugs of coffee. She smiled and invited me to a quite corner.

"You are a sweetheart," she said handing me a white ceramic cup.

"Oh I was just trying to save my damsel in distress, hoping for a kiss in return. Am I not the most handsome knight in shining armor," I replied, giving her an exaggerated bow as I took my mug.

"The fire in my hair has been quenched long back and the meadows in my eyes have caught a wild fire and turned into a wasteland, nor do my lips resemble the petals of rose anymore. Oh my dear knight, I am afraid I am not the princess thou been waiting for," she replied with over the top hand gestures. Rolling with laughter I turned and felt my heart soar and felt my painting had some how taken up human form and was alive.

I could see her, I hope I'm not hallucinating. She was here. I was processing these thoughts when I felt a tap on my shoulder and saw Mrs.O'Hare ask "Is it her?" The question confirmed that I was not hallucinating and she was here. I could just nod back in response. Mrs.O'Hare started nudging me towards her. She shoved menu in my hand and pushed me towards her. I was about to regain my balance when I tripped and fell in her arms. It would have been a cliche if she was in my arms but it was rather hilarious considering her tiny form supporting my 6 foot well built frame. Nonetheless I knew it was her and her touch just confirmed it. It was familiar in a nostalgic way. I had been longing for this feeling for as long as I could remember. Finally she was here.

My Story Begins Now...My Own Love Story