Saving Me

Chapter 1

"Can I get a water and the eggs and sausage scramble?"

"Sure, sir," I replied. I ran the ticket back over to the kitchen and placed the ticket on the spinner. I grabbed a cup, filled it with ice and water and ran back to the table.

"Here you go, sir." He nodded slightly and turned his head back to the daily news section of the paper.

I'm exhausted, I say to myself. I go the next table and ask for the order without looking up.

"What can I get ya?" I ask and take out the pen and order pad.

"Hi, my name is Clark." I look up into eyes as crystal blue as the water in the most tropical of places.

"Hi, what can I get ya?" I repeat, looking at him. He looks back at me and doesn't say anything until a few moments. He clears his throat slightly and a deep grumble is emitted into the air.

"I'll take a coffee, and the Lumberjack omelet," he finally answers. I nod my head, take his menu, and run back to the kitchen.

Looking at the time, I see that I have thirty minutes left until my shift is over. As I'm daydreaming about my non-existing plans, I'm snapped out of it by a ring of a bell and an 'orders up'.

I run the food to the man with the newspaper and walk back to the register to ring up the bill so I can be ready when he's done.

"Excuse me?" A voice calls out, and I go over to respond. It's the blue-eyed man.

"Yes?" I ask to see what the man wants. Seeing him up close gives me a better view of him.

He had soft dark brown curls that fall slightly on his forehead. He has a sharp jawline that protrudes out, creating an outline for his broad neck and shoulders. His arms are covered by a blue flannel shirt, that enhances his sparkling blue eyes.

My observations are cut short when a clearing of a throat brings me out of my haze.

"Miss?" He smirks at me knowingly.

"Yes?" I question back embarrassed because I know that I was staring.

"Can I get your name?"

"Well, why is that?"

"Just so I know what to call you when I come in."

"I don't normally give my customers my personal information, sir."

"What if I'm not just a customer?" He smiles back and leans toward me.

"Well then, maybe I'd think about it. Your order should be out soon." I turned and walked away to the kitchen.

The owner of Pete's Diner, and also the cook, hands me the Lumberjack scramble and tells me that I can leave once I deliver it.

I take the dish to the blue-eyed man and begin to go to the employ room to change and leave.

I switch out of my uniform of a maroon colored polo and black slacks. And put on a black tank top and a dark green cardigan. Then I slip on some jeans and head out of the room.

I say 'goodbye' to Pete and then start towards the front door. Until a familiar voice called out.

"Hey where are you going?" Clark questions as he digs in his pocket for cash to pay with.

"Shifts over," I shrug and open the door. I hear him calling after me but don't pay any attention to it.

I walk down the streets of New York, weaving my way through people and tourists. I stop off at Starbucks nearby and get a well needed hot drink.

After I get my drink, I begin the long route back to my little apartment. I take this time to appreciate the weather in New York at this time.

The wind just brushes against my face leaving a cool trail behind it. The sun is out and is warming up my face and body. It is a little chilly outside, but my face walking pace keeps me moving and warm.

People all around are on their phones and are bumping into each other. I don't understand how someone could be on their phone during this perfect day.

I take out my phone to see the time, 9 o'clock a.m. Working the late shifts at the diner take a huge toll on my body. But Pete needed employees for that shift, and I'm the kind of person who can't say no.

"Miss!" I hear from behind me. There are thousands of people on these streets so nobody pays attention to every single sound.

"Miss!" I hear again. "You in the green! Excuse me ma'am, can I get around you? Miss! Turn around!"

I take out my phone because I feel a vibration. It's my best friend, Stefanie.

'Hey Em, let's get together tonight and hit up that new club down on tenth!'

Stef has been my best friend since high school when were scared little nerdy freshmen. We moved to New York together after high school so we could both attend Cornell University. After we graduated with our degrees, we got an apartment in New York City.

Living in the city has been amazing. The people- well some of the people- have been so kind and fun to be around. The good is exotic, so there is always something new to try. And, they have some awesome clubs.

I text her back with 'yeah, sounds good!' And right after I press send, I am shoved to the ground.

"What's wrong with you?!" I exclaim as I'm flipping over onto my butt. I look up and see blue-eyes, and he's breathing deeply.

"You have no idea how hard it's been trying to track you down," he says with a half smirk on his face.

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