Oh God y'all this is so stupid, I just thought of this randomly and I hope some of you like it LOL
So close to graduation, I thought as I watched the sun gleam through several scattered clouds in the sky. Not that this job sucked, but I was ready to get my degree and move on. New Domino City was in dire need of nurses and I would be graduating with a nursing degree in less than 30 days.
I wiped my forehead, coming back in from the sunny patio where the customers sipped their fancy drinks. I was a waitress at Cafe la Geen, the city's little hole-in-the-wall coffee place that happened to be a certain celebrity's favorite drink spot - the one and only Duel King: Jack Atlas.
I scoffed as I passed the signed poster on the wall of him. His piercing amethyst eyes seemed to follow me as I walked back behind the counter. Pretty as he might be, he was widely known to be extremely conceited, a playboy, an extremely selfish asshole to the very end.
"Hey, y/n! He's here again!"
Your best work friend grabbed your arm, spinning you around to face the patio and snapping you out of your thoughts. She giggled the moment I caught a glimpse of who was sitting on the patio at a table, the same man my mind was full of just seconds ago.
"It's Jack Atlas!" A girl screamed; suddenly an entire flock of women surrounded Jack and his table. He chuckled, closing his eyes for a moment before his hooded violet eyes met hers.
"Yes, it's me. What, do you want an autograph? I am the King, after all."
All the girls surrounding him squealed simultaneously and I growled in annoyance, turning to my friend.
"Dude, so what if he's here? That guy is such an asshole. Haven't you ever seen the way he speaks to his opponents? It's incredibly fucking rude."
My friend made a surprised noise at my response; I felt her following behind me as I approached the crowd to wait on a table close to Jack's. I momentarily turned to watch him sign several items, including a napkin (lame) and some chick's rack. 'Ugh, so trashy,' I thought and I turned to help my customers.
"Hey. You, there."
I sat an ice water down in front of my customer, smiled at them, and looked up to see who Jack could possibly be speaking to out of the crowd. When I looked up, his gaze drilled straight through me. Me.
"Uhh, me?" I pointed at my face to clarify; he nodded. The crowd had mostly dissipated by now and it was just me and a few other dawdling fangirls enjoying the view (ugh, good Lord).
"You want me to sign your tits, too?" He laughed heartily, pulling the cap off the marker with his teeth.
The smirk on his face enraged me; I pulled my shirt up to cover my cleavage (even though it barely helped at all) and my nose crinkled. Sometimes it was so hard to be nice to the customer. I quickly put on my customer service smile and tuned my customer service voice.
"No sir, thank you. But would you like me to take your order when I'm done with these lovely folks?" I gestured to the table I was waiting on; they were all staring up at me. Goddamn, I was so embarrassed. He nodded and continued to bask in the attention of the few fangirls still standing at his table. I turned back to the customers at my table and smiled.
"So sorry, can I get anything else for you?" They all shook their heads, watching Jack. "Ok just let me know, alright?" I nodded and my stomach heaved. I turned and approached Jack Atlas.
"Alright sir, what can I get started for you?"
He grunted, smirking his famous little smirk, peering up at me. The fangirls standing next to me squeaked. He uncrossed his legs, switching to a wide-legged dominant stance.
"One Blue-Eyes Mountain." I wrote it down and put my pen back behind my ear.
"Alright. Coming right up." I nodded and retreated back to my space behind the counter. I clothespinned the order on the string next to the other orders and sighed. I turned and my friend had a big, dorky smile on her face. I laughed.
"What!?" I leaned against the counter. She grabbed my arm, almost a little too tight for my comfort.
"You got to talk to Jack ATLAS. You're WAITING ON Jack Atlas!" She screeched and shook my arm. I rolled my eyes and scoffed.
"Ok? You wanna wait on him? Be my guest." I sipped on my ice water I kept behind the counter. She made an exasperated sound.
"Y/n, what is wrong with you? He's so hot! He's famous, too! Why do you hate him?" She sighed. I set my drink down.
"Because. He's an arrogant asshole. Sure, he's pretty, don't get me wrong. But he's probably slept with hundreds of women and ghosted them all. He's so fucking cocky; I've met better human beings. Besides, he's just a normal dude, he isn't a God." I shrugged. My friend put her hands on her hips in annoyance.
"Just a normal dude? If he's so normal, then why don't you go get his number? Go on a date with him." She threw her arm out in his direction. At the same time, the kitchen chef ringed the little bell that meant a food item was ready. I looked over and it was Jack's coffee. I picked it up, turned to her and gave her my best cheap-ass customer service smile.
"Certainly." I sneered. She pulled her phone out and started recording. She nodded, coaxing me to say it to her camera. I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"Fine. I, y/n, will prove to you that Jack Atlas is just a normal guy, an asshole, nothing special. I'll get his number, get a date with him, I'll fuck him, and if I feel like it I might even make him fall in love with me. BET." My friend stopped recording and her jaw dropped. I sassily swung my head around and turned on my heel towards Jack on the patio. Time to work it.
I swung my hips, heels clacking on the patio as I approached the blonde. 'Time to be cliche and cheesy as fuck,' I thought as I pushed my arms together, making my bosom swell as I leaned across the table to set his coffee down right in front of him. He looked up at my face and then straight down to my chest. Gotcha.
"Your Blue-Eyes Mountain, sir." I purred, pulling my body back to straighten up. 'Damn, I'm old,' I thought as my back spasmed a little. I winced but I did my best to cover it with a smile. He took his first sip, never taking his eyes off me. He pulled the cup and saucer towards him and hummed.
"It's just to my liking, thanks." He nodded, savoring the flavor. A smirk overtook his face.
"By the way, I saw you flinch just a moment ago…bad back?" He quipped. My eyebrows raised. How he caught that, I would never know. He sat up straight and rolled his shoulders a bit and stretched his neck on one side.
"Just so you know, I'm really good with my hands…" He smirked into his coffee cup. I wanted to bust out laughing. Instead, I crossed my arms and pushed out my chest.
"Oh? Well, maybe you can show me sometime." I batted my long lashes, showing him my winning smile. I wasn't too confident in myself most of the time but I knew I had a pretty smile. I turned to walk away and brushed my fingers on the edge of the table.
"Let me know if you need anything, doll." I threw in a cheesy ass wink and strutted away. I made it back behind the counter to my work friend. She watched the whole thing from afar. She looked dumbfounded.
"Girl, he was watching your ass when you left." She continued to stare in his direction. Thankfully, Jack was looking someplace else and not focusing on us inside the shop. I swatted her forearm.
"He doesn't want me. He could have any hot af girl in the world. Now why would he want a piece of this chunky ass?" I gripped my belly through my work shirt and my friend giggled.
"Oh stop, y/n. You're beautiful." I rolled my eyes sarcastically and flung my hair off my shoulder like the sass-master that I am.
"Well, YA KNOW." We both chortled, eventually calming down and getting back to work.
I continued waiting on my other customers, watching Jack out of the corner of my eye every now and then. He seemed to be done but was staring off into space. 'Guess I'll bring him his ticket,' I thought as I reached the cash register and typed out his order. 3,000 yen for one coffee. I printed his ticket and wandered over to him. I gently slid the paper over to him.
"Your ticket, sir. I hope your coffee was wonderful. And feel free to not leave a tip, as waiting on you was enough of a reward." I cooed. 'Ew, y/n wtf? Kiss-ass much?' I smiled.
"Have a nice day, hon." I retreated back to my spot behind the counter; my friend wasn't there so I went about doing other things. 10 minutes later, I remembered to look up to see what he was doing. He was gone.
I went over to the table he was sitting at and there was a stack of bills sitting on top of the ticket. Way more than 3,000 yen. I picked up the ticket and noticed his elaborate signature, similar to the autograph on the wall nearby. My stomach flipped when I noticed a note written right underneath it along with a Japanese phone number. Oh my god.
I hurried back into the shop to tell my friend. She questioned my wired expression.
"Girl, look!" I shoved the paper in her face. She took it and read it aloud.
"Keep the change, baby. Call me for a good time." Her jaw dropped and her arms just hung from their sockets. I laughed at her.
"Told you." I sneered, taking the paper from her and stuffing it into my apron. I began working and talking at the same time. "He's just a normal dude. Guys want a flavor of the week. Guess I'm the flavor he's craving this week." I cackled at my stupid joke. My friend sighed.
"God y/n, I want it to be MEEE!" She shrieked. I rolled my eyes.
"Hey, we did this as a bet. But for all I care, you can call him yourself and go in my place." I shrugged, drying the last of the cups and putting them up. The shop's customer traffic was starting to slow down. She sighed, looking down.
"Yeah, but I'm not hot like you are. He would turn me away the instant I showed up." She watched her feet for a moment; my hand came up to hold her elbow.
"Hey - that's not true. And besides, I'm going to show you that he is ugly on the inside. You won't want him after I expose how awful he is." I sat down behind the counter. She looked up at me.
"Honestly, I wouldn't care how awful he is. He's hot as hell, he could treat me like shit anytime he wants!" She laughed and I huffed, giving her a hard stare.
After a while, we closed up the shop. We waved goodbye to our boss and headed to our vehicles. My friend opened the door to her car and stopped to look at me.
"So, are you gonna call him tonight?!" She couldn't hide the excitement in her voice. I cocked my head to the side.
"Maybe. Doesn't that make me look 'desperate?'" We laughed. She shrugged.
"Honestly, he's probably waiting for your call. I bet he thinks you're just like every other girl. But you're not - you're special." My friend smiled genuinely and I put my hand on my chest.
"Love you. Talk to you later." I said. She waved at me.
"Text me later, hoe." She said. I grinned and we got into our cars and drove off.