SPOV

"Hey, Sookie can I get another Bud light please?" Andy Bellefleur asked me as I walked past him with a tray of dirty dishes that I intended to take with me back into the kitchen for Tommy to load into the dishwasher – he was the latest in the long line of work experience kids that we had had in Merlotte's over the past few months. He was also the bosses – Sam Merlotte's younger brother.

"Sure, Andy" I replied. "Just let me leave this into the kitchen and I'll get you one on the way back."

"Thanks, Sookie" he said and then went back to the conversation that he had been having with his own boss, our local Sherriff, Bud Dearborn. From what I could gather, they were talking about a case that they were currently working on. Not that I was listening to what they were saying or anything.

Of course not.

Because that would be completely unprofessional of me.

And also totally true.

"Here you go, Tommy" I said, leaving the tray of dirty plates, cutlery and glasses on the bench beside where Tommy was standing.

"You know, Sookie. You don't need to keep on giving me these presents. I will get along with you just as well, if not better, if you stop delivering these trays to me all the time. And you can pass the message around to the other girls out there, you know Arlene, Holly and what's her face … Tara" Tommy said, cheekily.

"You are smooth!" I said to him, laughing. Sometimes it was easy to forget that Tommy was only seventeen, what with his cheeky smile and persona, and I have to admit, I had to remind myself of that little fact more than once. But being able to make little jokes like that and laugh along with my co-workers definitely made the time go in quicker, especially when I was working the evening shift (which I currently was) during long, cold, dark winter nights.

But, overall, he was a great kid who worked hard and got on well with both the staff and the customers. I was convinced that he would be around here for a long time, which could only be a good thing, considering how often the staff was chopping and changing around here.

By the time that I went back into the bar, I was still laughing from Tommy's joke. I cast a quick look around the bar and saw that everyone who was seated in my section was still occupied with either the food that they had ordered or the drinks (some of them alcoholic and some of them not) that I had already served them.

Shit!

Andy Bellefleur had asked me for a Bud Light! I suddenly remembered and then I high tailed it over to the bar.

"What can I do you for, sugar?" Sam asked, walking over to where I was standing, except he was on the other side of the bar to I was, since he was the bartender for the evening, just like he was for most days (and nights, come to think of it) in the bar.

"A Bud Light, please Sam" I asked.

"Sure" he said, and went to retrieve one from the fridge, and after he popped the cap on it with the special bottle opener machine, he handed it to me.

"Thanks" I said, and went over to deliver it to Andy.

"Sorry about the wait, Andy" I said as I placed the beer down onto the table in front of the policeman. "Can I get either of you anything else?" I asked.

"No thank you, Sookie" Bud answered.

"What about you, Andy?" I asked.

"No, thanks" he said.

"Alright then, shout on me if you guys need anything" I said, and then I was in the process of walking away from the table back over towards the bar, when the door opened, allowing a huge gust of cold, drafty wind to sweep its way in through the bar. I turned around to see just who the culprit was, intending to show whoever it was to an empty seat in the bar, since as a waitress that was part of my job.

But, I couldn't hide the shock that I felt when I turned myself around. Standing at the 'wait here' sign that was posted near the door, beside the menu stand, were two of the most beautiful people in the whole world. The first one of them, a man, looked as if he were aged between 25 and 30. If I had to hazard a guess, I would say that he was aged 26 or 27. He had to have been well over six foot tall, and had striking long shoulder length blonde hair, which was coincidently exactly the same shade as mine and blue eyes. He was wearing a simple outfit consisting of black jeans, black boots, a plain t-shirt and a black jacket.

The woman who was standing beside him also had blonde hair, and blue eyes. (Was this a trend around here or what?), although she was about my own height (I was 5 foot 4. I know. Not too tall. But you know what they say. Size is no element of power. Take the Queen of the United Kingdom, Elizabeth II, she was only five foot four (1.63 metres), Madonna is only five foot three and a half (1.61 metres), and Lady Gaga is only 5 foot 1 (1.61 metres).

So there.

And so what if I was touchy about my height!

The woman also had a lot of make up on (more than I would ever wear, but hey, that wasn't my choice to make), and I could see from where I was standing that her nails were perfectly manicured pink nails. She was wearing a pink v-neck jumper with a pair of light beige (I think that was what it was called … I'm not too sure!) trousers and killer high heels. Her hair was curled expertly and was hanging around her shoulders.

She looked fucking amazing, in short.

And she had what I could decipher as a bored expression on her face.

I was instantly jealous of her.

Because not only did she look fucking amazing, she was also probably the man's girlfriend.

"Table for two?" I managed to say without stuttering. Just about. Well done Sookie. You can speak in front of him like a normal, average human being.

'But you are not a normal human being' my consciousness sneered at me. I pushed that thought away quickly before I could let it get me down and plastered my 'crazy Sookie' smile onto my face.

"Obviously" the woman replied, speaking as if she were looking down her nose at me.

Well. If that was how she wanted to play it.

The man just rolled his eyes at his girlfriend's answer, as if he were used to her attitude, and just general overall sense of 'I am so much better than you'.

She could just build a bridge and fucking get over it.

Ugh. Why was I acting like this? Was it because I was jealous that she was his girlfriend and not me? No. It couldn't be possible.

I had only just met him for God's sakes! And we hadn't even spoken. Get a grip, Stackhouse. Get a fucking grip.

"If you'd like to follow me" I said, and after lifting a couple of menus from where they were stacked on the shelf beside the door. The sexy man and his bit… girlfriendfollowed me to a table in the corner, where I placed the menus down.

"Is this alright for you?" I asked.

The man nodded, whilst the woman just looked amused.

Well. Fuck you. I thought to myself.

"We won't be needing those" the man said whenever he and the woman had sat down.

"Sorry?" I asked, confused. Who comes into a bar & grill, and doesn't need a menu … well, except from Jason. But then, everyone around here knows that he always orders exactly the same thing every time.

But that is beside the point. And absolutely nothing do with the current situation.

When he realised that I hadn't moved, for a few seconds, the man lifted the menus off of the table, and held them out to me. I reached out to grab them and my fingers rubbed against us, causing what felt to me like a spark of electricity to fly straight from my fingertips to my girly parts, and I knew that he had felt it too because his eyes suddenly flickered up towards mine, and in that instant, it was as if he and I were the only two people in the world.

"Two True Blood's please" he said, softly and quietly, but since I had been so wrapped up in my daydream, his voice sounded as if he were speaking into a megaphone.

"Of course. What flavour?" I asked, pulling my notepad and pen out of my apron pocket and writing their order down.

"I'll have an O neg. What about you Pam?" the man said.

"Same for me" the woman, Pam, answered, sounding bored.

"Anything else?" I said, trying desperately to ignore her.

"No, that will be all" the man replied, giving me a dazzling smile, that made my underwear melt.

Literally.