{Chapter One}

Emilie's honey blonde hair bounced against her collar as she was walking up to the restaurant that she now worked at, and her pearl earrings glimmered in the sunlight. She had been working at a fancy, upscale, rich-people clothing store in Paris, before she'd gotten kicked to the curb for trying to secretly try on the dresses in the changing rooms, which had went a tad not as she planned.
Excuse me, Mademoiselle, but trying on the clothing items as an employee is prohibited, the manager, an old woman with a gray braid and buck teeth had said. Emilie wanted to snort at the thought, but that would be extremely unladylike.
She hadn't meant any harm. And it was just one dress anyway. But, she had to find work somewhere, and somehow she'd stumbled upon Gille's restaurant. He seemed like a nice guy, so why not?
A kind-of downside was that of the men coming into the restaurant looked at her funny though, Emilie thought to herself. Like they liked her. Many of them had smiled and winked at her on her first day. It was flattering, she guessed, but still. They were all too old, and some of them were even starting to bald. Emilie cringed at the thought.
As she opened the restaurant's door she saw a girl with fiery red curls at the counter. Gilles was behind the counter, signing off on what looked to be a delivery. That must be the girl he was talking about, who sold him the vegetables from Benoit Farms and Gardens. What was her name again? Gilles handed back the paper and pen, and the girl turned towards the door, catching Emilie's eye.
"Hi," Emilie said confidently, walking forward.
The girl pulled down her red hood, revealing more red curls. Now that Emilie was closer to her, she could see little freckles on her nose.
"Hey. Do I know you?", the girl asked awkwardly.
"Oh, no. I'm Emilie, one of Gille's new waitresses. He's told me about you before, the delivery girl."
Em stuck out a hand and the girl shook it, Emilie believed a bit too hard.
"Yeah, that's me. Well, nice talking to you. And I'm Scarlet by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Scarling." Emilie replied. The girl looked as if she might correct Emilie, her lips flinching, but then she apparently changed her mind and headed out the door, waving without looking back.
Scarling. She seemed pretty enough, thought Emilie.
"Emilie, over here!" called Gilles from the counter.
Emilie strided to him, and looked down at her uniform. A simple black skirt covered with a white apron and red blouse, the blouse with a hunter green nametag reading, Bonjour, my name is Emilie.
"Take this one to section two, muscular guy with the brown hair." Gilles jealousy told Emilie, handing her a plate with a large amount of food. "Kay," she said, heading towards the tables.
She stopped shortly after passing section one. The guy that Gilles was talking about... He was gorgeous. His brown hair was messy and going in every direction, sure, but he had these emerald green eyes. Emilie was not sure if she would be able to describe their exact color. What was odd though, was that he had multiple scars. From fighting?
When she realized he was gazing towards her, looking a bit impatient, she blushed and walked quickly over to his table in the second section. "Hi," she said, a little shyly.
He grinned, amused. "Hey."
Emilie noticed his sharp canine teeth, but quickly looked away to avoid appearing impolite.
"I'm... Emilie, one of the waitresses here.", she murmured, glancing kind-of-discretely, fascinated, at his eyes.
"Yes, I can tell," he said, nodding towards her waitress outfit.
Emilie handed him the tray and he immediately started shoveling down the Buckwheat Crepes on the plate. She was sure that they were gone in less than a minute which shocked her, considering that she was as slow an eater as one can be.
What she wasn't sure of though, was why she was still lingering at his table after she'd already gaven him his meal. Emilie looked over at him and realized he might be wondering the same thing. Emilie was hoping he would tell her his name, but when he said nothing, she spoke.
"Sir, are you done with that?" The moment after she'd asked, she felt completely stupid. Of course he was: He'd practically licked the plate clean. So without awaiting a response she grabbed the plate from the table and smiled with tight lips, sure she her face was a red as a beet. "So, what's your name?" she asked curiously, trying to sound nonchalant.
He looked away from the netscreen to meet her gaze.
"Wolf." he responded, matter of factly.
"Like the animal?"
"Sure."
Well, that was a real long conversation, she thought.
Emilie headed towards the kitchen, and went inside to clean Wolf's dish. As she was scrubbing away with a damp towel, she looked up as Wolf was slipping out the door. She regretted not asking him to La Mauricie's, a fancy restaurant in the city, as soon as she heard the door slam closed.
Emilie let out a sigh. It didn't matter anyway. What would have happened if he had rejected her? Emilie had never been rejected before, (then again, she'd never requested someone as handsome as Wolf...) but she could only imagine how terribly embarrassing it would be. It wasn't like she could smile and say Just kidding! It would just be impolite to take back a request, simply because it was rejected. Not to mention, she would be stuck serving him as long as he kept coming in, if he even did after that. She couldn't just quit because of one person. Plus, she'd went to La Mauricie's with her last four boyfriends who she dated for a week or so each. It didn't really work out... They just weren't high enough as to please Emilie's standards. She didn't have time to date losers, like the men at the bar who winked at her.
But she was certain that if there was one person she was keen on the idea of dating, it would be Wolf, her latest mysterious customer.