Love Hurts.
Claire walked over to a nearby table. She assumed it was a man when she walked closer; he was hid behind a newspaper, she could just see the top of his head and his hair was a strong dark wood brown colour. While he read, he sipped on a cup of coffee, which personally Claire thought tasted like shit from her work and she would rather die than drink it again. She'd made a mental note to herself about these types of men, news reading, coffee drinking, especially in the morning, they normally ran a business or worked for one. Their job was normally that stressful they went through about fifty lots of coffee within an hour. They also ordered the most disgusting fried breakfast from the cafe she worked in. She felt ill just thinking about how it was cooked and what crap would be added.
As much as she didn't look it, Claire had once been "The" Claire Redfield, who fought off zombies and helped in some way bring down a massive organisation. She was a hot blooded female, up for any type of adventure, fiery just like her chestnut red coloured hair.
Now she worked in a dead end job which made her smell like the zombies she had once killed at the end of every shift.
"Excuse me Sir; what would you like to order?" She asked politely. Tugging her short white work uniform down with her spare hand, with the other she flipped a note book open. When she had finished pulling her dress out straight she then took a pen out what was tucked behind her ear. Normally the customer would murmur quietly when ordering while they tried to multitask and read the newspaper.
But what she never expected to happen, happened right in front of her tired baby blue eyes.
"Claire Redfield? Didn't think I'd see you in a place like this!?" The man chuckled loudly from behind the paper. It took several moments for Claire to realise that this person was. She was in too much shock and surprise that it seemed to take longer for the person's name to register in her head. The gruffness of his voice which still sent chills down her spine, the voice she wished would talk to her for hours, the voice was so memorable to her.
The man then slowly pulled the paper away from his face to flash that perfect white smile to her. His eyes stung through her skin and right into her soul, them perfect lapis lazuli blue eyes. His haircut was exactly the same, longer at the front then the back, which caused it to hang in front of his eyes, how she wished she could comb her fingers through it. His appearance had never changed since she had known him, so it wasn't as if she could pretend she didn't recognize him.
She was utterly humiliated, here she was working the most shittest job in the world, and there was he the U.S Government stud. What had she done to deserve this? The last time she saw him was around a year ago just after the airport accident, when Leon went away in a flashy helicopter all mission impossible style, again humiliating Claire. Especially in front of that women.... what was her name again?
"Hi..." She spat out, she couldn't manage to say anything else, her face flushed red and she immediately tried to hide it with the note pad hoping he wouldn't notice.
"So...What are you ordering?" She asked again, this time trying not to sob with the embarrassment.
"Mmm... I dunno. What would you recommend?" He simply replied, still smiling perfectly as if this was just a normal occurrence that happens everyday.
"To be honest, nothing. This place makes everything taste like shit." Claire said in a matter of fact tone, without realising what she was saying. Most guys would just hit on her, like she was some brainless twerp with boobs, then eat and leave. They never actually tried to engage in a normal conversation, but Leon wasn't just a "normal" man. She sighed to herself, why did he have to be here right now?
"Ah! And here I thought you'd of changed? I guess you proved me wrong..." He laughed hard, laying his paper flat on the table. "So no steak or anything like that?"
"Well, if you want steak that looks like a cows ate it, then brought it back up and then stood on it a thousand times. Yeah, there's steak alright..." She giggled sarcastically. She just wished he would leave.
"Well, to me that sounds nice. I'll have that." He grinned again, making Claire feel weak at her knees because of his looks and because of her embarrassing predicament.
"Ok, then I'll go order that." She smiled; tucking a loose hair behind her ear then scribbled the order down quickly. She then slowly tried to walk away from the table without tripping or flopping to the ground; she handed the note to another woman behind the till and sat down on the nearest seat near the till. Her back towards Leon, huffing and wheezing trying to breath and put him out of her mind.
Just as she calmed down she heard one of her favourite songs, it had just clicked on the radio, "I miss you" by Basshunter. How ironic, she thought while she rolled her eyes.
"Hey Claire." Leon called out; he was walking towards her when she turned around to look at him. God he had doubled in width since the last time she seen him, how she wished to rip that black t-shirt off him now... No she mustn't think like that..
"You wanna cancel or something?" She quickly spat out, trying to remove any dirty thoughts coming to her head.
"No, no, nothing like that. Thought maybe we could have a catch up session?" He smiled again, making Claire's heart explode in her chest. Just go away her head thought when she stared at him back.
"Well, I'm not due my break for a while. Maybe another time..." She sighed and turned back around trying to pick up the song and drain out his presence. How the hell could she speak to him in this state of mind? She knew she'd land herself in it and say something rude...
"Can't you take it early?"
"No." She replied hastily.
"Well I'm waiting for a mmm.. A friend. She might not be here for a while..." He answered back, now fidgeting with the back of his hair. A girl mmm? Claire thought to herself while being interrupted.
"Claire you can take your break now if you want!" The large lady behind the till waved to her, smiling as if she had just done her a favour. Claire made a mental note to herself to kill Margret later.
"OK!" Why do I bother? She thought to herself as she followed Leon to the table he was sitting at. There was only room for two which meant she had to sit opposite him, which made it that tiny bit worse. She would have no choice but to stare into his eyes and watch his facial expressions while they spoke. Just brilliant, she normally dreamt about this but in her fantasy it wasn't in a greasy cafe and she didn't work there either.
"So when's your friend coming?" Claire piped up straight away, looking out at the window what was at the side of them.
"I'm not sure, she just asked me to meet me here."
"Well that's strange."
"Yeah...I suppose." He grinned and Claire couldn't help but stare. Leon reminded Claire of one of them Calvin Klein type models, perfect body with rock hard abs, alot taller than her, broader then her, perfect shiny hair, perfect tanned skin... A real man. A man she knew in reality would always be out of her grasp.
The conversation went dead for a little while, which helped Claire with her nerves. She just stared out at the window and occasionally taking cheeky little looks at the corner of eye to stare at him, up and down.
"Hey Angela!" Leon called over Claire's shoulder.
"Leon!" Claire quickly turned around to see who his "friend" was; she was also perfect in every way. Her hair was a mousy blonde colour that shined perfectly with the sun beaming down on her lush skin tone, the way she walked would hypnotize anyone looking, her dress sense was womanly and very feminine, her eyes were also a perfect shade of green, so magical. Claire's mouth opened gobsmacked, how on Earth did God produce something so wonderful? She defiantly looked more beautiful than the last time Claire had seen her.
"Claire this is Angela, you two do remember each other right?" Leon said politely, Claire's eyes had followed Angela all the way from walking behind her, to slouching over Leon's shoulder, smiling and leaning so close to him.
"Hello Claire." She replied, her voice was also perfect. It sounded as if every word she said was perfect singing notes, the type of voice which birds would be attracted too. Claire just wished them birds where killer crows from Raccoon City.