Aya worked part-time at the diner Freshly Ground which bordered close to the ocean. There was a small paved patch and stairs that led down to the beach. She enjoyed working there and loved to meet new people and have conversations about random things.
The diner itself was nothing special. It was modelled like a seventies diner, with big red leather seats and squared steel tables. Their uniforms were a white t-shirt, a mini-skirt that stopped beneath their knees and a checkered red apron.
The diner was not busy tonight but she was the only one who was working. Iris the other waitress got paid for doing, basically nothing. One time Aya went to the manager to complain about this. She had learned the hard way that complaining about your superior got you nowhere.
From that day on she kept her head low as she needed this job desperately. She always came with a smile to work no matter how her co-workers treated her, she was here to serve the customers after all.
It was going to be a slow night, she thought and took one of the regular customer's orders. The doors to the diner opened. The air filled with laughter. She turned towards the door and watched as seven men entered the diner.
They were talking in low voices and made their way to one of the tables at the back of the diner. Her eyes followed them until they sat down, she couldn't help the small sigh that escaped her lips.
They sat down at one of her tables. Oh, the joy she thought and turned back to the customer with a bright smile. "I will place your order."
She noticed that Iris was standing at the counter where no one was seated chewing on bubblegum and looking bored. She turned from the table and on her way to the kitchen she stopped at the counter and smiled at Iris.
"Iris, would you mind taking the table at the back?" Aya asked and indicated to her table in the back near the kitchens.
Iris looked at the table and blew a big bubble, she let it pop before answering. "No, I am not in the mood."
Aya bit back a retort. This was typical of Iris, she never wanted to work hard but she wanted to receive a salary each month. "Fine. I will handle it then."
Aya took a deep breath and walked to the kitchen to deliver her first order. She turned towards the table with the seven men who were still having a conversation and laughing.
She stopped at the table. Seven pairs of eyes were staring at her but there was one particular pair of eyes that caught her attention. They were luring her in. Her stomach was doing summersaults. She did not hear the others when they greeted her, she was too focused on the man she was staring at.
He has a bright smile. His head cocked slightly to the right and his smile widened, she came to her senses. "I am sorry." She said after he caught her staring and she removed her pen which she kept behind her ear. She lowered her eyes to her notepad.
"Seven coffees?" She said without looking up. She was afraid that she would be staring at him again. At that thought, her cheeks warmed. The group replied with a unison of yes.
Aya slightly nodded and turned towards the kitchen. This table was so close that you could feel the heat. As she walked to the few steps her thoughts ran. What was this feeling? No one had ever given her butterflies. She rolled her eyes mentally, love at first sight? Yeah right. Not in this lifetime.
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Hoseok watched as their waitress walked away from them. He noticed that she had beautiful eyes. They were caramel-brown and the way she was staring at him. It made him feel... He did not know how to describe this feeling in the pit of his stomach.
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Starcrossed( A J-Hope Fanfic) (under construction.)
FanfictionThis is a work of fiction, it is for entertainment only. Aya didn't think her life would ever change. One night she meets a guy who swept her of her feet Jung Hoseok. What she didn't know was that he is a K-pop idol. Hoseok couldn't believe when he...