Glass Heart || °K e l l i c°

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November

Kellin

"Kells, can you please take table number 2's order?"

"Yeah, yeah I will."

Nothing is more annoying than the cafe you were working at was packed and you was stuck with teaching the newbie on how to use the coffee machine that could never get it no matter what you said.

I brushed the newbie off, rushing to table number 2, with a pen and small paper in hand.

"Alright, have you figured what you're going to have?" I gestured to the menu that this guy was staring at. I had a problem with interacting with humans. I didn't like making any eye contact with them. But then again, I had to and I should've thought about this before applying to this cafe as a barista.

"Oh, I'd like to order you," this stranger communicated, offering me a smile that made my skin crawled, perking up at me.

"I apologise, if you haven't figure I'll retrieve to do my work rather than wasting any more times on a piece of shit," I flashed a sarcastic smile and began to made my way. I grew furious with this guy, heck with operating at this place. It was too annoying for me to handle today. I had anger issue, it made sense that matter like this didn't make me think a second to keep my patience.

I had a good payment and even had my best friend working with me, Melanie. Gradually, it just started to feel shitty and boring and I felt suffocated having to serve this pathetic humans.

"Now now, that's not how you're taught to talk to a customer, do you?" he stopped me. His grin grew wider knowing so damn well how annoyed I was by him. I guess he just really liked getting on someone's nerve.

"Well fuck that because the way you're talking to me right now doesn't seem like you're a customer and fuck you," I spat speeding up to the kitchen without looking back at that pig's face .

"Kells? Have you take the order?" Melanie asked in a rush while on her way to make coffees.

"No," I simply replied.

"What? Why not?" she hurried here and there while I stood in her way once in a while but made some space for her to walk anyways.

"That guy was being a dick to me," I complained while pointing my pointy finger to the guy who was sitting by the window, looking straight at me with those creepy ugly smile of his.

"Kells, that guy is our regular. I'm surprised that you're acting like you're not use to it," Melanie tried to smile it off to the guy who only responded with a wave and a cocky grin.

"What do you mean I'm not use to it?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Melanie finally leaned her back on the wall next to me and examined me. "He has been looking at you for over a week now, Kells. Haven't you noticed?"

"Well that doesn't sound creepy at all," I glared at her. "In fact, I don't even like guys, Mel. I'm not gay," I snapped.

The fact that this guy had been watching over me without me noticing at all was so creepy and I was not in the mood to deal with a creep fucking stalker. If strangling people wasn't a crime, he'd be gone by now in a blink of an eye.

"Psh, Like you even love the sight of girls. And who says that you have to like him? Did I even said that you're gay?" Melanie teased. I blushed. It was true, I never look at girls the same way I look at guys. Yes, I'd thought that some girls would be pretty and gorgeous. But then, when I look at guys I'd be awestruck and I'd even think some of them were hot.

'But that doesn't mean I'm gay', I reassured myself even though in the back of my head there was a little corner where my feeling of unsure lay and would say,