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Chapter Two: Smug Bastard

Helen's POV

The whole time during work, I was distracted by the thought that I was just dumped outside of my job. Some of the people who were there to witness the most embarrassing moment of my life shot glances towards me as I waited the tables. I swear at that moment I wished I could have just curled up and died.

I walked up to a table full of young ladies, who were covered in pearls and clothes that I could have never imagined myself owning. i rolled my eyes. I honestly hate working here serving high class pricks who believe they are better than everyone else.

"Hi. My name is Helen and I'll be your waiter," I said while passing out menus to them. Some of them giggled but i chose to ignore them. "Is there anything you would like?" I asked putting on the best fake smile I could manage at the time. The black haired one smiled and looked at me.

"We'll take 4 servings of your chocolate ice cream. They say icecream is good when you've just gotten your boyfriend stolen by someone who looks so much better than you," she said causing the other girls to burst out laughing. They don't pay me enough to deal with this shit. "Would that be all?" I asked through clenched teeth. "Yes, Ms..." she pauses and looks at my name tag."I can't keep a man."

To keep myself from dragging her black haired ass across the table, I summoned up the most innocent smile I could. "Alright, I'll be right out with that." I said as calmly as I could before turning and walking back into the staff room.

Once I was there, I let out a vicious scream before throwing my notepad against the wall. "I.HATE.THIS.JOB!!" I yelled grabbing a handful of my brown hair. I sighed deeply attempting to calm myself down before going to the kitchen to retrieve their orders.

I came out the kitchen carrying their ice cream staring at the floor. I realized that was a bad idea when I found myself crashing into a hard, broad figure in my path. The whole restaurant went silent as I rubbed the pain in my arm from the impact.

I looked up into furious gray eyes that shot daggers at me. If looks could kill, I would be so dead right now. I swear if he wasn't so mad right now, he would have been the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my entire life. He had Eren beat by a long shot. His fingers racked through his dark brown hair as he looked at his white shirt that was now covered in chocolate ice cream.

He gave an exasperated sigh and looked up at me with evident fury. "Can't you watch where the hell you're going!?" he yelled with a hint of a scottish accent in his voice. "Shit" he swore as he grabbed a napkin and whipped furiously at his shirt.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't looking in front of me. I'll pay for the shirt so please don't tell-" I was cut off by a snicker. "You? Pay for this shirt?" he questioned, his tone filled with doubt. I became quite offended. "Yes, me. How much does it cost? $20? $30?" I asked taking out my wallet.

"No, how about $720," he said with a smirk. My mouth dropped open with disbelief. "7....$720!? Who in the hell pays that much for a shirt!?" I yelled causing his smirk to grow wider. "People who make 10 times that amount in an hour," he replied looking straight into my face.

"I don't have that much..." I mumbled, looking at the 2 twenty dollars bills and 3 ten dollar bills that sat in my wallet. "It's fine. Keep your little change," he said before flashing me one last overly confident smile and walking away.

The girls who ordered the ice cream just sat snickering at me. I looked down with embarrassment and walked away. Wow today is really not my day. I looked back to see that the rich, overly confident prick was no longer in sight. Seriously, I hate smug bastards like him.