Maybe, probably.

Chapter 4: N/A

So I did get her shift right.

Well, obviously since she's right in front of me. And looking at me as if I was a ghost.

"Y-you. W-what are you doing here?"

She stumbled back a few steps, hitting the back counter.

I smiled and picked up a menu. "Looking for something to eat. You do work here, don't you?"

I scanned the menu but my eyes focused on nothing.

Too many things running through my head to read. She was still staring at me, mouth opening and closing for a response.

But before something could leave that mouth of hers, an old, weak lady walked through the swinging double doors, plates of pie and fries balancing clumsy on trays.

Quinn whipped her head to the woman and her eyes widened. "Gram! Be careful! Jimmy or Peter could have carried that!"

She rushed over to her Grandma, I guess, and grabbed the trays herself. I would have thought she would have trouble too, but she balanced them perfectly.

Interesting...

"Would you like some help, Princess?"

She glared at me, before using her hip to open the two small doors at the counter to exit instead of on the other side of the counter where there was a door opening up to exit. She walked quickly to the tables while her Grandmother came over to me.

"Hello, young man. What can I get you today? Other than an explanation on why you just called my granddaughter 'Princess'?"

She gave me such a knowing look that I forgot all the stuff I've done and seen, and I felt nervous.

What is wrong with me today!?

"Ah, that. Quinn is-" Quinn stormed back to the counter and glared at me some more.

"He isn't bothering you is he, Gram?" Her gram's face crinkled up some more with an amused smile, bringing more wrinkles at the outside corners of her eyes.

"No, just getting this handsome young man's order. Which was?"

I turned my attention back to Gram. "A orange soda for now please."

I gave her my signature wink and a smile, and she hit me with her pen gently before scurrying off to the kitchen which was a probable hint toward giving us privacy.

I turned back to Quinn to say, who knows, but she was staring at her gram with kind and concerned eyes.

I propped my head up with my palm, elbow resting on the counter, and watched her.

She finally remembered where she was or that I was there and she turned and looked at me, crossing her arms.

"Ok. S-spill it. How do you know Kayla and me? How do you know where I work?"

She is so interesting. The way she is trying to act all brave and knowing when I could see her hands shaking, tucked into her arms.

I gave her a half smile. "I go to the same school. I just moved here and I got a few of the same classes as yours. 1st, 4th, and 5th period. I can see your name on the school's website. I'm just stopped by for drink, I didn't even knew you worked here."

I shrugged my shoulders. She her face was the picture of embarrassed and shocked. Adorable.

"O-oh. U-um sorry. But w-what did you mean by 'I can relate more to you, Quinn, more than Kayla can'?"

She fidgeted with the fabric of her apron.

Her hair was a curly dark brown, Pulled up into a tight ponytail, but still with some hair hanging loose and her eyes where an even darker chocolate brown.

Like legit liquid chocolate.

I didn't realize I was staring and not saying anything till a bell rang on the window ledge and a quite large man slammed plates onto it and yelled, "Quinn! Once your'e done flirting with your boyfriend could ya come get these and bring them to table 10 and 6?"

I choked on air, laughing, while Quinn turned a bright, beet red and quickly rushed to the window and grabbed the plates before quietly murmuring something to get the cook to raise his arms in submission.

As she went to dish those out, Gram finally came back with my soda: bottled.

"Here you go young man. It's on the house. Hurry along to Mr. Mally and he'll get you started."

Quinn spun around, somehow having heard us from tables away, and almost dropped the plate of pie in her hand, earning a glare from the young boy sitting down, as she screeched, "What!?"

I smiled broadly and kissed Gram on the cheek, earning a swat on my head. I swung myself over the counter, making eye contact with Quinn for a few seconds, then walked into the kitchen.

Perfect. Just the kind of leverage I needed to complete my mission.

I won't let you down, sir.

I'll protect her. With my life.