The Runaway Princess (On Hold)

Chapter 5 ∞

A/N Important author's note at the very end! Please don't skip. cx 

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"What can I get for you?"

I look up at the person that was suppose to take my order, and inwardly groan when it's a guy. What's with guys waiting tables anyways, couldn't they get a job somewhere else? I mean a girl ok, but a guy? Not so much.

"Just the Hamburger Special, fries, and a coke, thanks."

He nods, and sends me a smile before disappearing behind the double door that lead to the kitchen. Or I think that was the kitchen. Letting out a sigh, I look out the window at the parking lot.

At the moment I was sitting at Barney's Bunch, And like you witnessed complaining about the guy waiter. There was no school today because the board committee scheduled an appointment, not like I'm complaining, that only means we have a very long weekend. Jess kept bugging me to go shopping with her again but after buying those slutty red heels, I've practically sworn myself to never go shopping with her again.

Translation. I'd rather shoot myself.

Seriously, I could barely walk to the bathroom, after the shopping trip!

I swear.

Ok! Maybe I'm exaggerating a tiny bit! But you get the point! My feet hurt so bad I felt like I just ran a ten mile marathon with those deadly red heels on. And trust me, the feeling isn't good.

"Ma'am your food."

I look away from the window and send the waiter a grin before my eyes hungrily slide to the large plate he set in front of me. I felt my mouth water as I quickly bit into the burger, almost letting out a moan.

Almost.

I noticed the waiter was about to leave and I send him a wave.

"Thank you!"

He grins at me, and walks into the double-door room. He's not bad. . . at least he smiled at me! My thoughts fly back to the delicious burger I'm holding in my hand. The first time I came to America, I didn't know how to eat a burger. Call me crazy. I mean, what do you expect! If my father saw me eating now, he would probably lose his appetite for the next three days. But don't blame me I'm hungry!

And if you think we never had Burgers back in London, you're so wrong. First of all, tell me where don't they have burgers?

Nowhere, They're everywhere.

Except back at the palace we ate them a little differently. Instead of stacking up all the vegetables like they do here, we actually had it separately. The tomato's, lettuce, cucumbers, they all where laid out on the plate.

I have to say the first time I ordered a burger, and tried to eat it like everyone else here ate it. I made a big fool out of myself. That was probably the most embarrassing moment of my life here in the U.S.A.

Grabbing a fry out of the plate, I stick it in my mouth while looking around the almost empty Barney's Bunch. My eyes slide to the door when the loud ring of a bell sounds, letting the waiters know that they have another guest. I felt  my mouth drop open, but I quickly shut it when the familiar emerald eyes look around the restaurant until they land on me.

Oh you've got to fucking be kidding me.

I felt the anger inside me start to boil. Why does he have to magically appear everywhere I am, I swear I wouldn't be surprised if he somehow appears in the bathroom while I'm taking a piss. As weird as that sounds, I don't mean for it to come out perverted, it's just he always pops out unexpectedly. If you know what I mean.