Broken

Chapter 3

NB: This chapter is a scene before chapter one and two
Salvatore

Thursay
It was Thursday evening and I needed coffee. I wasn't home. I went to visit my best friend, Jason, and was on my way home but I could'nt understand why I needed coffee so bad. There's this 24/7 cafe along the road. I think they'll have good coffee. Well I hope.

You could just wait till you get home. You know?

Nahh. I want this coffee now. I think I should go to the cafe.

I parked my baby at the front of the cafe. I got her as a birthday present from mom last year.

"24/7 cafe," I read and shrugged. I looked at my bike to make sure that I packed in a convenient space before walking into the cafe.

After taking a seat, I signalled to a waitress. She just nodded and walked over to where another waitress stood. She said something and pointed at me, I thought she has an order already. But I couldn't see the face of the waitress she sent to me initially because she backed me.

Finally the second waitress started towards me. Something in the way she walked looked familiar. Finally, she stopped at my table.

I knew it.

She was the one. The same girl from school who avoided speaking to anyone except her friend or maybe best friend. The same girl who came first in the list of the not-cools at the end of every semester.

Her name is Ciara Daniels, I think.

She stooped at my table and asked for my order.

"Espresso would do " I said as I inhaled her scent.

"Okay," she said and turned away.

I don't think she knows me. She was always quiet at school. I felt like there was something about her. Something I should find out. There should be a reason why she was always reserved. She barely talked at school. No one would just come up with such an idea. Maybe I should talk to her.

What am I thinking? She'll fucking ignore me.

Why would I even care about why she's so quiet? Maybe my curious part is out at it's work. I just wanted know.

Probably.

But as she came close, I inhaled her scent again. Damn. I love her scent. Like fresh roses.

What the fuck am I thinking?

I felt like talking to her. I wanted have a real conversation with her but she was so reserved. Why would she talk to me?

I can try to be sweet and friendly. Yeah! That's it, perfect.

She came back with the coffee. But as she was about to go I held her hand to stop her. She stopped and looked at me.

Piercing emerald eyes.

"How can I help you?" she asked politely eyeing from her hand to my face.