Awkward

Chapter Uno

It was 7:03 AM. He was late. Usually, he was relatively early or exactly on time. But today, he was mysteriously three minutes late.

Was he sick? Did he move? Did he die? Was he kidnapped? Did he get in a car accident? Did-

"Destiny, would you stop daydreaming about curly and get back to work, you lazy hag?" yelled my lovely & graceful boss, Miss Jeanine. She never ceases to enhance my life with kind and positive words.

I rolled my eyes. 7:04 AM now. I was getting even more worried than before- if that is humanly possible.

I smoothed my skirt and got up from the breakfast bar. And yes, it was literally a bar for breakfast instead of alcohol. This diner never ceases to disappoint its customers, unless you want a beer. Then you should go to O'Learly's Pub next door. They have..hmm...I wanna say forty-nine kinds of beer? It's really nice.

I made a fresh and thick strawberry shake and poured a glass of milk for my awaiting table. By the time it was delivered and I had taken their breakfast order, it was 7:07 AM.

What the hell?

I gritted my teeth in frustration of his absence. I hadn't seen the hot regular for two days. He came every day, except the weekend, and today was Monday. I was fully prepared to see his gorgeous face. Hell, I even curled my hair!

Just then, my prayers were answered. He was wearing a plaid blue shirt and khaki pants that look better than it sounds, trust me.

His hair was in its normal, bouncy curls and he wore his awardwinning smile upon his amazingly porportional and heavenly face. He had an old pair of sunglasses on, and his keys jingled as he walked towards his normal table- the one I serve.

I quickly looked in the mirror. I had covered up the pimple on my forehead pretty well, and my eyebrows were "on fleek."

I was ready.

"Hey babe!" the man nodded, waving his hand like a five year old. He was adorable and he didn't even try.

He had a nickname for every girl who worked in the diner. For example, I'm babe. Miss Jeanine, who adores him, is cutie pie. He comes here so often that he has gotten comfortable to call us these names. Yet, it feels like I know nothing about him. Hell, I only know his name is Harry and he is twenty years old.

"Hello Harry," I say, trying to sound a little sexy but failing miserably. I kind of sound desperate to be honest with you.

I kind of was.

"You look lovely. I really like your hair curled," Harry says, his eyes roaming me, which made me feel a bit uncomfortable since I was wearing my dirty and unappealing work uniform.

"Thank you. You want the usual?" I ask, blushing a bit.

"When do I not, babe?" he smiled, grabbing my hand and squeezing it. I jumped a little from his touch and he quickly pulled his hand away. Damn it. I hate myself for being so utterly awkward.

I grinned and turned away, going into the kitchen to place his order. My closest friend at the diner, Hannah, struts over to me in a quick and determines fashion.

"You call that flirting?" she jokes, punching my lightly on my arm.

Easy for Hannah to say. Hannah is wicked good at flirting, and she's super social with everyone, unlike me. I'm pretty shy and quiet.

"Hey! Shut up! Was it...was it that noticeable that I flinched?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

"Yes! Now go back out there and talk to him for once!"