He sits down at his regular table, hoping he can see her today, a man wearing a red t-shirt with a gear on it, while a black vest rest on his shoulders, was scanning the room looking for someone, there she is, he says to himself, a woman walks up to him and says, "You again, let me guess, you'll have your usually as always?"
"Guess I'm that easy to figure out huh?" The man says as he smiles at her, lost in her jade eyes. Her long black hair was perfectly curled around her shoulders so when you look at them, you notice her benevolent smile.
"No, its just, you always come in here at same time, sit at the same table, and order the same thing to eat. Don't you every get tired of it." The girl smiled at the man before her, as if she was glad that he kept coming in.
"Well a man's gotta eat." The man notices her 80's style waitress outfit, match the theme of the mini restaurant they were at perfectly.
"But not the same thing over and over." She exclaimed, while restating her point, she gently set her hands on her hips.
"Not really, it's grown onto me." The man knew he was smiling, he knew because it was a feeling he never usually has on his face, but when he talks to her, the smell of spring in her hair, how she was smiling. Her smile, which was the only reason he kept coming to this restaurant day by day.
"Okay I'll be back with your order ummm, you know, you always come here and I never got your name. May I ask what it is?"
"Dave," he almost shouted at her, "c-call me Dave." He says with pride, as if he just won the lottery, why was that so important, he couldn't figure out why he said his name like that.
"Well, Dave, as you can read, my name is Jade." She says while pointing at her name tag. She then turns around and walks towards the kitchen. Dave couldn't help but stare as she walk away slowly towards the kitchen, he didn't notice how she had her head turned to him slightly, he could see it on her tan skin she was blushing, he hurried and tried to look as preoccupied as possible, which meant he pull out his out his phone, when he looked back up he could see she disappeared into the kitchen.
Why am I acting like this Dave asked himself, I mean I'm a music producer, I see famous people every day, hell I have top models trying to sleep with me all the time. So what makes her any different, is it her smile, her eyes, maybe it is because she treats me like, like, I'm somebody?
He stills remember that night last month, it was raining and he just got out of one of the longest meetings he had to attended, like really, so he help some girl rise to fame, he could barely remember her name, all he could remember about her is she somehow "set fire to the rain" in her song or something like that, he was on his way home till he remembered he didn't eat a single thing the whole day, his head began to feel light, and all he saw was a red and blue neon sign that read "OPEN" and with no hesitation he drove there, he remembered sprinting inside to avoid the rain like it as a crazy fan, inside was empty, the smell of burnt bacon, coffee, and grease filled his nose, should of stop at mickey d's or something, he keep saying before he took a seat at some random booth, pretty sure either A. The food is going to have spits galore and give me food poisoning or B. It's gonna taste like one of Rose's meals, either way I'm screwed.
Till he heard an angelic voice asked him a question, "Hi welcome, would you like to try our special blueberry and coffee combo today?" when Dave looked up to decline the offer he gazing into her Jade eyes, before he knew what was going on his head was shaking up and down like an cat watching a dog trying to catch a bouncing ball, "Okay give me a second." She turned around and yelled to the cook, who responded with a middle finger in the air as he started to flip some pancakes, "Luckily for you we have so many pancakes here we don't know what to do with them." Dave was still speechless, yet he tried to mind his own business so he looked out a window and began to watch the rain fall, he usually could careless of his waitresses but for some odd reason, he felt bad so when he turn back to strike a conversation with her, she was gone and all that was left was a cup of coffee, and a plat.
Dave scan the area to find his waitress yet she was nowhere in sight, the cook came to the counter drop the pile of pancakes that had a smile on them, and told Dave they were closing soon, he stood there for a while talking to Dave about many dumb rom-com movies, when Dave asked why his pancakes had smiley faces on them, the cook just said that the waitresses thought he was having a bad day. When Dave finished his food he said goodbye to his new friend and left but, the only trouble was, he couldn't get that girl off his mind. The next day he left the studio early to go see if she was working, as soon as Dave reach the restaurant he saw her, entering with a smile on her face, so that's what time she works. And ever since then for some odd reason he would go to the restaurant every day, an hour after she got to work just to see her.
"Here you go Dave, hope you enjoy." Dave snaps out of his train of thought. "So what were you thinking about or were you asleep." Jade sets down a plate of blueberry pancakes, along with a cup of black coffee, Dave wasn't use to black coffee but ever since that night, he became ratter fond of it, meanwhile Jade was trying to take a peek behind Dave's thick black tinted glasses, yet before she can catch a glance at his crimson red eyes, he look her in the eyes and smiled.
"Just taking a quick nap, nothing much." You can hear sass coming out of Dave, Dave you're a damn, idiot, was that the smoothest thing you could have said?
"Hahaaa, very funny," Dave couldn't help but notice the sarcasms in her voice, "well enjoy your meal." And with that she was off. As Dave ate, the train of thought he had was him calling himself stupid, you could of kept up that conversation with her, okay when she comes collect the bill, try and ask her out to something.
"Dave? What are you doing here?" Dave looks up and he catches the eyes of a blonde haired, light skin girl with very black lipstick on, her beautiful purple eyes gazing at him.
"Rose?! W-What are you doing here?!" Dave says as his sister was there holding a notepad.
"I work here when I'm not in college, what about you?" She says as she hands her brother the bill.
"Where did Jade go?" Dave asked with such ambition in his voice ignoring his sister's question, his minded raced like it did that night in the rain.
"She just clocked out, why?" Rose smiled as if she finally got dirt on her brother; Dave knew his sister was always looking for a way to play shrink and psychopath with him and anybody else, even when they were kids she always tries to catch him slipping.
Like hell he was gonna give her some dirt on him. "Just wanted to give her the tip for being a nice waitress, but seeing how your here, here's money for the bill."
"What no tip for me?" Rose was trying to play it as smooth as possible, "I'm your sister, and you're supposed to help me out here."
"Your right, I'm sorry." Dave reached into his back pocket, Rose stuck her hand as if she was the victor in this psychological warfare, but instead Dave gave Rose a high five, "Tip: Don't count yourself famous till you got a fan."
With that, Dave turned around and started to head for the door when Rose exclaimed, "That doesn't even make sense."
"To me it does." Dave responded back.
"Red Bitch." Rose whispered.
"Purple Jerk." Dave whispered.
Later on that night, with Jade still on his mind, Dave went to see his best friend at his work.
"How's it going Dave?" The buck tooth, bartender excitedly asked.
"What's up John, how's the night shift so far?" Dave notice his best-friend was wearing his usual blue vest with his white under shirt with his traditional green tie, Dave keeps telling John get rid of the blue vest and get a red one but he swears the blue vest brings out his baby blue eyes.
"Busy, you know how open mic night is here, speaking of which how's it going at your end, you got any new rising artist I should be aware of? If you do, get me an autograph so I hang it up or sell it." John started to pour Dave a glass of Burbin and apple juice.
"Nahhh man, not this week." Dave grab the cup and took a fancy sip from it before setting it down on a costar of a microphone.
"Again man, isn't this the second day in a row, usually you could turn a normal person into a superstar by night." John raised one eyebrow at Dave while he was cleaning another glass.
"Hey talent ain't that easy to come by now." Dave responded before he took another sip.
"Hopefully tonight could help you out." John put away the clean glass before leaning onto the counter.
"I doubt it." Dave shot down the rest of his drink.
John poured Dave some more apple juice, before the lights dim down and a voice came on, it was the bar manager, a tall yet slim women who was wearing a beautiful hand man dress, "Welcome Ladies And Gentlemen, It Is The Time You All Been Waiting For, Open Mic Night! Our First Singer Is New Here And Tonight She Is Singing, Listen To Your Heart By DHT, Here She Is, Jade Harley!"
Dave almost lost it when he heard name Jade, but he hoped it was the girl he was looking for.
"Hey man check it out, it's my cousin." John whispered, and with that the curtains opened up and there was a girl wearing a black dress with green and white dots that make it look like stars glittered in the spot light, her round glasses focus on her jade eyes. Everybody was stunned by her beauty, but, it was the smile that caught Dave's attention, it was one he knew as if it was a haunting melody, and like that she began to sing, and her voice was so soft, it was as if it was an angel singing a ballad of sorrow.
"I swear this is the quietest this bar has ever been during an open mic." John whispered over to Dave who was in a trance to Jades voice. When she was finished, Dave got up and hurried to the side of the stage to meet her while the audience was in an uproar.
As Dave reach the side, Jade was there talking to the bar manager, but before he can get to her he was ambushed by a random girl shouting out "Oh my god it's you Dave Strider, oh my look I'm an upcoming singer and I was hoping I could get you know like an audition or something!" And like that, it spread like a wild fire, Dave was surrounded by crazy people who were looking for a way to make it big, before Dave could do anything a hand pulled him out of the group and into the kitchen.
"So you're a stalker now Dave?" Dave turned around quickly to see the person who saved him, only to meet jade eyes staring into his darken shades.
"What no, I just came to see a friend of mine and you just so happen to me here." Inside Dave's mind was a small voice saying play it cool stuck on repeat.
"So, are you some famous person or something?" Jade asked, "I mean nobody regular gets swarmed like that."
"I'm a music producer, and a pretty good one at it." Dave stated.
"Really now?" Dave knew something was up when he heard sarcasm in her voice again and like that she turned the tables, "Mr. Strider, you know if you would've told me your last name I would of found out earlier instead of this chaos."
"Well can you blame a guy?"
"Yes I can."
"How bout I make it up to you, say, I take you out for lunch sometimes?"
"Don't you mean an audition?"
"No just you, me, and some food, that so hard to ask for?"
"Hmmm no, not really." Jade turned around and grabbed a pen, grab Dave's hand and wrote on it a phone number. "Call me so we can talk about lunch." With that she gave Dave a peck on the cheek and began to walk away towards the exit doors. Dave then glanced at the numbers on his hand, and smiled…
[Sorry it ended badly I'm very sleepy]