CHAPTER ONE
"Sorry, but you are not a winner," My Chocolate wrapper said. How often had I heard this? Well not directly but it's been in my face since...since my sisters were born. First Siva, and then Ebony who I like to refer to as the B. But being bitter will not save my life or least that's what the fortune cookie I opened a few minutes ago suggested, I think that a girl who works in a Chinese restaurant with an owner who isn't really Chinese but has an accent of a Mob boss, that's when you're allowed to be bitter...I think.
"Java! We have costumers get to work!" Mr. Dealer spat. See his name isn't even Chinese, but to the customers he's Mr. Wong. What a fake!
"Sure...." I crumbed up my self-esteem lowering wrapper and threw it into the trash can. As I walked to were the our hungry customers waited I expected Ms. Wheeler the old lady who had a thing for the Sweet and Sour Chicken, but when I got there I saw the most amazing man....he was like Adonis, wait...like? He was Adonis and his blonde hair glowed like a halo or maybe it was it was the light from outside but I know for sure that under his black t-shirt and jeans was a guy that was so fit it just proved that God was female. As I lost myself fantasying about this stranger from above I hardly realized that he was snapping his fingers trying to get my attention. "Um, Hello...miss?"
I blinked. "Excuse me sir I lost myself."
He laughed. My left knee gave way; if he laughed again I knew I would be nothing a pile on Mr. "Wong's" clean tiled floor. "It's ok, we always can only expect so much from ourselves." I wanted to scream. He was a genius too! wise like Gandhi but with the body of a Male Soap star...if only, if only.
"Well I'm on the job I can't be daydreaming now can I?" I looked over his shoulder. Thank God no one was coming. It was prime flirtation time.
"Yeah, um...what's the best thing in here? I'm new to town."
My jaw dropped. I must have done something really good to deserve a fresh new comer untainted by the hoochy mama's of the suburbs. I tried to think of my favorite thing on the menu. Nothing. Well the stem Rice was safe. "Uh...the rice is good."
"Just plain rice."
"Yeah, I like you so I don't want to kill you." I quickly looked over my shoulder to make sure Dealer wasn't watching me...I really didn't want to be fired for a second time by this guy.
"Well, ok then...um...?"
"Java...."
"Oh well then Java, I'll take plain old stem rice." He smiled. My eyes glazed over....I was completely ODing on this guy's good looks...wait...what was his name?
"I...uh...ok stem rice." I hurried to the back to give the order. Charlie nodded his approval and started to cook I went back out front to see if I could talk some more with him, but he was sitting in a chair and Ms. Wheeler was standing at the counter. I sighed in frustration the vision of running over the old lady with a pick up truck flashed across my eyes and I calmed slightly. "Good evening, Ms. Wheeler, will you be having the Sweet and Sour Chicken as usual?"
"Yes dear." My ears ached with the contrast of the Adonis' smooth heavenly voice and Ms. Wheeler's aging cackle. My ears, my eyes they had gotten used to sensing a piece of heaven. Charlie came to the front with the plain plastic bag and the Adonis' stomach friendly food placed inside.
I sighed I wasn't going to get to find out his name. "Your food sir!"
He walked over in one smooth sexy stride and giving me the exact amount nodded smiled and walked out my life. My head turned and I watched as Ms. Wheeler absentmindedly bobbed her head to the cheesy culture music. I grimaced. God was cruel!
"Sorry, but you are not a winner," My Chocolate wrapper said. How often had I heard this? Well not directly but it's been in my face since...since my sisters were born. First Siva, and then Ebony who I like to refer to as the B. But being bitter will not save my life or least that's what the fortune cookie I opened a few minutes ago suggested, I think that a girl who works in a Chinese restaurant with an owner who isn't really Chinese but has an accent of a Mob boss, that's when you're allowed to be bitter...I think.
"Java! We have costumers get to work!" Mr. Dealer spat. See his name isn't even Chinese, but to the customers he's Mr. Wong. What a fake!
"Sure...." I crumbed up my self-esteem lowering wrapper and threw it into the trash can. As I walked to were the our hungry customers waited I expected Ms. Wheeler the old lady who had a thing for the Sweet and Sour Chicken, but when I got there I saw the most amazing man....he was like Adonis, wait...like? He was Adonis and his blonde hair glowed like a halo or maybe it was it was the light from outside but I know for sure that under his black t-shirt and jeans was a guy that was so fit it just proved that God was female. As I lost myself fantasying about this stranger from above I hardly realized that he was snapping his fingers trying to get my attention. "Um, Hello...miss?"
I blinked. "Excuse me sir I lost myself."
He laughed. My left knee gave way; if he laughed again I knew I would be nothing a pile on Mr. "Wong's" clean tiled floor. "It's ok, we always can only expect so much from ourselves." I wanted to scream. He was a genius too! wise like Gandhi but with the body of a Male Soap star...if only, if only.
"Well I'm on the job I can't be daydreaming now can I?" I looked over his shoulder. Thank God no one was coming. It was prime flirtation time.
"Yeah, um...what's the best thing in here? I'm new to town."
My jaw dropped. I must have done something really good to deserve a fresh new comer untainted by the hoochy mama's of the suburbs. I tried to think of my favorite thing on the menu. Nothing. Well the stem Rice was safe. "Uh...the rice is good."
"Just plain rice."
"Yeah, I like you so I don't want to kill you." I quickly looked over my shoulder to make sure Dealer wasn't watching me...I really didn't want to be fired for a second time by this guy.
"Well, ok then...um...?"
"Java...."
"Oh well then Java, I'll take plain old stem rice." He smiled. My eyes glazed over....I was completely ODing on this guy's good looks...wait...what was his name?
"I...uh...ok stem rice." I hurried to the back to give the order. Charlie nodded his approval and started to cook I went back out front to see if I could talk some more with him, but he was sitting in a chair and Ms. Wheeler was standing at the counter. I sighed in frustration the vision of running over the old lady with a pick up truck flashed across my eyes and I calmed slightly. "Good evening, Ms. Wheeler, will you be having the Sweet and Sour Chicken as usual?"
"Yes dear." My ears ached with the contrast of the Adonis' smooth heavenly voice and Ms. Wheeler's aging cackle. My ears, my eyes they had gotten used to sensing a piece of heaven. Charlie came to the front with the plain plastic bag and the Adonis' stomach friendly food placed inside.
I sighed I wasn't going to get to find out his name. "Your food sir!"
He walked over in one smooth sexy stride and giving me the exact amount nodded smiled and walked out my life. My head turned and I watched as Ms. Wheeler absentmindedly bobbed her head to the cheesy culture music. I grimaced. God was cruel!