Hello ladies. I had a fun idea about a silly story today, so I thought, hell, since I wrote already 2 to 3 chapters why not publish it? It's just a silly little story that will mostly not make any sense, but hell with it. Those who are interested, welcome aboard, and those who are not, well...maybe you'll find something other than this. Plenty of stories on ff. Hope you'll enjoy. The posting schedule is not certain, but I might post daily, or maybe even weekly. I'll see how busy I'll be. Chapter two will be posted soon. Enjoy ;)

Chapter 1

"Hello, how can I help you?"

The guy showed just a tiny bit of a smirk, observing me from head to toe. "So, you're the new waitress?"

"Yep. Just started today." I smiled. The guy sitting at the bar could be described as tall, dark, and...well,not really. He had that golden tan, which I wasn't sure was from the sun-since it was the middle of summer- or maybe, he was just one of those guys who pays daily for a fake sprayed tan.I didn't know. The hair wasn't so much dark as it was well...kind of...um, bronze-ish? Or just ginger. Yeah, I think that's gonna be his new nickname, ginger man.

The color of his eyes couldn't really be described as pure green, like the fresh grown grass, but more likely a mix of faded green with just a hint or two of blue.

Turning around to put the dirty glasses in the sink, I came back, leaning against the surface of the counter, taking another peek of his smile before asking what he'd like to drink.

After ordering a glass of Budweiser, I poured it quickly as I could, my back turned to him, all the while feeling his eyes on me. He was still checking me out, or maybe rather, my ass. I had to admit, I was grateful for the outfit I got. A tight white shirt that made my attributes (and yes, by that I mean my boobs) looked bigger and maybe even perkier than usual (thank you Victoria's secret super push up bra) and a short black shorts that made my ass look awesome. Hell, in this moment, if I was a guy, I'd definitely want to fuck myself.

"Here you go," I said, giving him one of my small but flirty smile. At least I hoped it looked like I was flirting, since most of my sexy faces looked like I was having some kind of a seizure. Yeah, thanks for that comment girls. Sarcasm.

"Thanks. So, may I ask how old are you?"

"Why, you hoping for a hook up?" I grinned. Because the way he looked right now, I wouldn't have minded that one bit.

He grinned, surprised by the question, but answered nonetheless. "Not really the reason why I asked, and that's mostly because it's pretty obvious a girl like you have been snatched pretty quickly by some immature boy."

"Snatched?" I asked with a grin, getting just a bit closer to him.

"Okay, I might have expressed myself a bit differently. What I meant is caught, I guess."

"Nope, nobody caught me yet."

"How so?" he asked, suddenly leaning as much as possible towards me, eyes blazing with pure interest.

"I'm a free bird, hard to get caught." Then with a whisper, as it was some kind of a secret, "Also, I'm kinda into older, mature guys anyway." And with a wink removed myself from his personal space, walking to the sink to wash my hands, and a few dirty cups. I didn't need to do that, but wanted to make some kind of a distance, and maybe even an impression. After doing that and serving another customer, I came back to him, feeling his eyes on me the entire time.

"Anything else I can get you?"

A smile. "No, but I would still like to know how old you are. And for your information, I'm not that old."

"And who says I was actually talking about you?"

He smirked. "Weren't you?"

I smirked back "Maybe. Maybe not."

"Too bad. And I'm still waiting for that answer."

"I'm 22."

"Nice to know."

"Now your turn, or do I have to guess?"

Taking his black jacket off, and putting it on the side of the chair, he lifted the sleeves of his shirt, exposing his slightly muscular arms. The shirt was quickly unbuttoned, exposing a few light chest hairs.

Fuck, why I do I feel like I just had a heat stroke?

Taking a look in his direction, I saw his cocky, satisfied smirk. He knew I couldn't look away, and he liked that very much. Hell, I even bet he pulled that whole show just for me.

Taking a sip of his drink, he licked away a bit of foam from his lips, grinning all the way through. The bastard knew I couldn't get enough of his little show.

"..32, just so you know."

I quickly removed my eyes from his lips and asked politely for him to repeat but all he did was laugh.

"I said, I was 32 years old, in case you were wondering."

"You're enjoying this a bit too much aren't you?" My voice a bit accusing.

He grinned, completely showing his white, straight teeth, a twinkle in his eyes. "Oh, you have no idea."

After taking the last sip of his beer, he left a rather big tip, giving me a wink before getting up toward the exit and leaving.

So, what do ya think? A review would be nice, but no pressure...:)