The Wolf's Girl

Chapter One

As I stared straight into his dark brown eyes, I knew exactly what I was feeling. I didn't believe that I'd get the chance to experience this strong emotion before I met him. But the hatred that coursed through my veins as I glared back at him was unmistakable. I wanted to jab the plastic fork I was holding into his eyes and I certainly hoped he could taste the spit in his stupid, black coffee. But of course, I couldn't bring myself to actually do it. Yet.

"Come on, honey," he smiled. "I know how my presence makes you feel. I bet the heat between your lovely legs is starting to become unbearable, so why don't you let me take care of that?"

"This is the million-and-one time that I've asked you to stop calling me 'honey', Von."

"Oh my sweet Ana, call me daddy."

I rolled my eyes and moved away from the counter trying to busy myself. The sight of Von made me want to eat my own vomit. Jump out a moving car into the Grand Canyon. Throw myself into a dark pit of venomous snakes. Anything that could possibly lead to my death! His greasy man bun added to his douchey personality and his muscles made him look like a deformed balloon animal. Overall, it was completely safe to say that I hated him and it would be a freezing cold day in hell if I ever found him remotely attractive.

"And you're wearing those lovely jeans that make your ass look-"

"Von, I'm going to call the police if you don't stop harassing my employees."

I turned to my manager, Davey, and mouthed a quiet "thank you". Davey was an older man around his late fifties; however, his gruesome position in the restaurant made him appear much, much older. His silver hair had fallen ages ago through his intensive fight against cancer and after the chemo, it simply never came back. His eyes mirrored a man who was completely alone. I felt bad for him sometimes because he was such a kind, hard-working man who deserved it all. He had dedicated his entire life and livelihood to his restaurant.

"Dave, oh Dave," Von sighed leaning his entire weight on the counter. Dave and I both stared at him as it swayed forward from the weight. "You know the police don't do anything."

I frowned because it was true. Davey had called the police once when I had first started working for him and I had expressed my extreme discomfort for Von, but as time has passed I've learned to somewhat ignore his words. As long as his sticky hands didn't touch me, I'd be alright. Von had never crossed that line, thankfully, and I hoped it never happened.

"Ana, love, you have three at table forty-seven."

I sighed adjusting my apron and tucking a few loose strands behind my ear. "Thanks." I made my way to the servers' station not bothering to glance at the table. I was glad my shift was almost over and I'd get away for the rest of the day. It had been a long, long time since I didn't have to work a double and I was definitely looking for my only day off tomorrow. I had an endless list of things that I wanted to do and things I had to get done, but I knew all too well I was going to spend my day sleeping. I needed it.

"Hello, welcome, how are you doing?" I smiled making sure to smile at everyone at the table. It was my job to be overly friendly and happy even when I wasn't feeling it. Tips paid the rent. I got no response, none of the men even looked up from their menus. So I simply continued with my script, "Well, my name is Ana. Can I get any of you anything other than water? Maybe some coffee?"

"Water is fine," answered a crisp, deep voice. No one else answered so I took that as they were also fine with water.

"Alright, I'll you give you guys a few minutes and I'll be back."

I sighed again as I walked away. I couldn't understand why people were so rude to not even look up when someone was talking to them, or even reply when being spoken to. I made my way back behind the counter polishing glassware. Glancing around the diner, I made sure my tables seemed happy and that their drinks were filled at least half way full. One table looked like they were almost done eating, another was patiently waiting for their meal, the lonely man at table twelve was reading his newspaper, and the three men at my latest table were all still studying their menus but they were obviously having a conversation.