At the Diner
Mitchie's Point of View
The diner was slow as it usually is on Sundays. Sierra and I were the only one's working as waitresses but we spent most of the time behind the counter talking about the newest homework assignment and comparing the teachers we got this year. It was the first day of school and neither of us were happy that summer was over.. I kept spacing out, wondering if my life would be any different if I had gone to Camp Rock this summer. Chelsea walked up behind me.
"Get table 7, Mitchie," she said in her usual I'm-the-boss voice. "It's just one person."
"You are so lucky," Sierra sighed.
"Why?" I asked.
"Do you know who's sitting at table 7?"
"No," I said. I automatically thought that it was one of the popular boys that went to our school. She grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to see who it was. Sitting there, looking out the window, bored, was Shane Gray, lead singer of Connect 3 and world's biggest jerk.
"It's Shane Gray," Sierra hissed into my ear.
"So? He's the world's biggest jerk, so why would I be excited to serve him?" Sierra just rolled her eyes and shoved me in his direction. I shook my head and walked over."My name is Mitchie and I'll be your server today. What can I get you?" I asked, treating him like any other customer.
"Just a chocolate shake," he said, never once looking at me.
"I'll be right back with your order," I said, fighting back an eye roll. I walked off to go give the order to the cook.
"So, what happened?" Sierra was jumping off the walls, waiting for the details.
"I asked him what he wanted and he said a chocolate shake," I said, grabbing to shake as the cook handed it to me. I walked over to the table and placed it in front of Shane. He just nodded, still looking out of the window. I walked back over to where Sierra was looking at me with wide eyes but I just rolled my eyes.
"You just served the hottest guy in the known universe and you don't care?" she hissed.
"No, I just served to biggest jerk in the known universe," I muttered. Sierra looked at me disbelieving. I shook my head and went to go clean one of the empty tables. I shot glances over to where Shane was to see when he was ready for the check.
Shane's Point of View
The only reason that I came to this stupid small diner was because the press would never guess that I was here. The press would probably guess I was at some suave Hollywood party. I hated the press and I hated being famous. Don't get me wrong, I love playing music with Nate and Jason and I love sharing my music with others, when it's actually our music. So far we had the record company half convinced that we should play our own music. I sipped at my milkshake until the glass was empty. As if on cue, I heard the waitress walk up. I barely paid attention to her and I didn't eve know her name.
"Are you ready for your check?" she asked politely. Her voice was nice, in a way. I was too caught up in my thoughts to say anything so I just nodded. As she placed the check by me, I pulled out my wallet to pay. I pulled out a twenty and turned to give it to her. My breath caught in my throat and fought to keep my face composed.
"Keep the change," I breathed as I handed her the bill.
"That's a $15 tip, thank you," she said surprised. She smiled a beautiful smile and walked off. Before she did, I caught a look at her nametag.
"Mitchie," I said under my breath. She seemed different, in a good way. Mitchie didn't freak about serving me, she was beautiful, and she everything about her was beautiful; her smile, her voice, her hair, and her eyes. Mitchie was the first girl that had caught my eye in a long time.
Mitchie's Point of View
The next day I was almost late to work. I had missed the bus and had to pay $15 for a taxi.
"Looks like someone has a crush," Sierra teased.
"What?" I asked. Sierra sighed and turned me to see Shane sitting at the same table as yesterday. He was looking at his table, playing with the zipper on his black leather coat. It almost looked like he was waiting for something… or someone. Suddenly what Sierra had said made sense. I mentally kicked myself for even thinking that someone like Shane would have a crush on someone as ordinary and plain as me.
"Well, go on over there," Sierra encouraged and gave me a shove in the right direction. I walked over to the table.
"What can I get you today?" I asked, not taking my eyes off of the pad of paper that my pen was poised over, waiting for him to say something.
"I'll have a chocolate shake and some fries," he said. I glanced at him after writing down the order. He was looking at me and there was something in her eyes that I couldn't place. I quickly looked down, embarrassed.
"Your appetite has grown since yesterday," I noted. He laughed quietly. "I'll be right back with that," I said and walked off. I ignored Sierra's look and gave the order to the cook. Sierra looked like she was about to explode from curiosity. Shane's order was done a few minutes later and I went to go give it to him.
"Thanks," he said as I handed him the plate.
"Is there anything else I could get you?" I asked.
"Your phone number," he said, leaning a little closer to me. I was shocked.
"Can I get you anything else to eat," I emphasized the last word.
"No," he said, looking a little disappointed. I smiled a little at him and walked off.
As I walked by his table to leave at the end of my shift, he tapped me on the shoulder.
"Check please," he said. I pulled the check out of my apron and quickly wrote something on it before giving it to him.
Shane's Point of View
I looked at the check and smiled. There was a phone number on it. I left the table and caught her on her way out. I put my arm in front of the door to block her path.
"What do you say we go for a walk?" She looked surprised.
"Um, sure," she said and smiled a nervous smile. I dropped my arm and held the door open as she walked out.