Chapter One: I Don't Love You
I was wiping the table to clean it for the next customer that I saw come in from my peripheral vision. I looked up when I saw that person coming towards me. I began my greeting as I was starting to lift my eyes towards this person. "Hello, how…." I stopped when I realized who had just come up to me. A person that I thought I'd never see again, that I hadn't seen since I graduated from Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, seven years ago. "….Ron?" I asked finishing what I was going to say when I realized it was him.
"Hello, Blair. How have you been?" he asked me, but the look in his eyes clearly wanted to know where in the bloody hell have I been these past seven years.
"I've been better," I said picking up the rag I had been using to wipe the table off and motioned for him to take a seat. "Is there anything I can get for you?" I asked him.
Bearing in mind we were in a muggle breakfast restaurant, I was surprised when he said, "A cup of coffee would be nice." 'I guess I shouldn't have been though,' I thought as I walked away. 'Considering him and Hermione did get married. It'd be just like her to want to still have somewhat a muggle life.' I returned to his table, noticing the way he looked weary and slouched over like he hadn't slept in days. When I walked up, I set his coffee mug down, and filled it up with coffee, leaving the pot at the table with him.
I walked over to check up on my other customers and asked if they needed anything. They replied no, that everything was fine and thanks for asking. I went back over to Ron, who hadn't touched his coffee. "Is everything alright with you?" I asked him.
He didn't answer for a while and I was about to walk away when he asked if we could go somewhere after I got off to talk. "Sure, Ron. We'll go back to my place. I get off in about fifteen minutes."
He looked somewhat happier and took a sip of his coffee. I made sure that the rest of my tables were clean, the salt and peppershakers refilled, the napkins, ketchup, sugar, and sweet n low were full, and went back over to my previous customers who were ready for their check. I reached up into my apron, took it out and gave it to them. They went up to the cashier, paid, and came back. "Here," The older woman said and gave me a twenty dollar bill. I tried giving it back but the old man that was with her said, "Keep it. Who knows you might need it." The twinkle in his eyes reminded me of Dumbledore. How I missed Dumbledore even after eight years. I thanked the old couple and headed back to Ron.
"Ron, would you mind too terribly much if I ate here before we left?"
"No.." he said, but I didn't hear him.
"It's just that I'm hungry and I don't feel like cooking and I get free food," I mumbled on. I paused when he looked at me funny and then I realized he had said that he didn't mind. I turned around, headed into the kitchen, and asked the cook to make me some scrambled eggs. I went to the time clock, clocked out, grabbed my belongings out of my locker, and headed back into the kitchen. I thanked the cook, who had my scrambled eggs on a plate with sausage and a pancake on it also.
"You didn't have to do all that," I told Paxton who just smiled and handed me a glass of orange juice. I was walking back to the table when my phone began ringing. I had my ringtone set to 'Facedown' by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, for unknown callers.
"Where's that music coming from?" Ron asked.
"It's my cell ringing," I replied
He just looked at me confused. "I'll explain in a second," I told him.
"Hello?" I answered my phone.
"Hey, it's me," I heard my boyfriend's voice say.
"Oh, hey baby!" I said.
"Ummm…yeah about that," he paused.
'OMG!' I thought AN: Yes, I did say OMG not Oh My God! 'What's he going to tell me.'
"Yeah, I don't love you anymore."