Love Poison

SOUL MARKS 2

EDITED: Nagkakalituhan yata tayo. Sige, post ko na lang din dito ang buong chapter. 😅

J's POV

It's an ordinary day for an ordinary life of an ordinary and simple Jema Galanza in her ordinary waitress uniform of light brown short sleeves and a matching black slacks carrying an ordinary tray with three cups of special lattes, sweet and creamy. She's just in her first week of working and she's determined to be an outstanding employee, to show her potentials and be promoted or be given much better opportunities. She might be just an ordinary woman with ordinary goal in life but she believes that she can achieve her dream even if it's just from an ordin—-

Before she knew it, she tripped forward on her feet and there goes the tray of lattes thrown over the table of one of their customers who abruptly rose to her feet drowning her laptop and handouts in a pool of caffeines. Some of it were splashed towards the said customer and unluckily staining her white polo and turning a spot of her dark gray slacks into black.

"Opps! I'm sorry Ma'am! Sorry! Sorry!"

She pulled a dry towel from her uniform's side pocket and clumsily trailed the brown stains on the customer's shirt hoping that somehow it would lessen the brown patches on it.

"What's wrong with you?!!!"

She silently winced at the hints of irritation on their customer's voice but she understands it. She's to blame for her clumsiness.

The customer who happens to still look appealing with the furrows between her eyebrows then furiously pulled a good amount of tissues and wiped her laptop while she herself is praying for all Gods and Goddesses that the brown liquids won't do any damage into it.

Feeling small on her feet, she bowed her head in embarassment. "Sorry Ma'am. Hindi ko po sinasadya."

"What is your name?!!!"

Though her voice sounded the sexiest she had ever heard, she still cowered in fear.

"Je-Jema G-Galanza, Ma'am." She can't stop the shakiness in her words like she's about to be pounded by a lion.

Or lioness.

An angry lioness.

"Oh Jema Galanza. You just ruined my day." the customer retorted sarcastically.

Her face contorted as there's a sudden piercing pain trailing on her left chest. Tears started to well at her eyes and she did her best to hold it from streaming down her cheeks. She had heard stories of this kind of pain, of having a soul mark tattooed to skin. If only they're not in an awkward situation, she could have been happy obtaining those, of finally meeting her match, of her future and partner of her soul.

She caught a glimpse of remorse from the other woman's eyes but she assumed that it's because of the guilt of humiliating her and not because of noticing the physical pain she's feeling. The customer's expression shifted to somewhat understanding to the misfortune and that's when she heard her manager butting in.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry. Uhm, how can we—-"

"No, it's okay. I'm partly at fault here. I suddenly moved my legs kasi which caused this mess."

She was surprised because obviously, it's all her fault. The customer lied trying to save her.

"Really Ma'am? We have unused polo shirts sa office. You can change po sa comfort room." The manager insisted as an effort to save customer relations.

She smiled. Though it's short, Jema felt it's genuine.

"Honestly, it's alright. May spare shirts naman ako sa office so, no need."