Wizards Vs. Witches part IIII Celia's POV
A ding goes off, the sliver bell on the black counter specifically. I turn to look at a group of "elder citizens" who are all gather up on the other side of the counter. I smile brightly at them and wipe my hands off on my black apron, that's tide up on my tiny waist.
"Hello there, welcome to the sub shop. Can I help you?" I ask. A frail old man steps up, his brown cane tapping onto the floor like a third foot. His skin is ghastly pale, but that's expected. Although, he doesn't seem to have many wrinkles or grey spots. With that dark balding head of his and those vibrant pale green eyes, I say he's a good sixty nine years old. Maybe even younger.
"My friends and I are looking for something good to eat, but nothing to good. If you catch my drift." The old man explains while patting his stomach. Oh, I get it. Nothing that will give them stomach pains or anything under that category... Well, our meat ball sub is defiantly out of the question then. And most of our sandwiches
"Hmm, we have some pretty decent soups." I state and the man nods. Someone coughs from the back then speakers up. "What kind, deary?" A old woman asks.
"Chicken noodle, lentils, vegetable, and few others." I count off my fingers, struggling to remember all the soups. My training wasn't really the greatest. Originally, Max was training me, but customers were complaining about PDA... So then Alex became my trainer... and had an arguments with Justin about how her lazyness would have rubbed off on me. Then they started an odd competition about who could have trained me better. In the end it was Mrs. Russo who trained me.
She had to when Harper offered.
I started working in the Sub Shop in my freshmen year of college, since Max is going to own it one day. He insisted that I started working here to, and convinced me that we'll see each other more often. I jumped at the chance when he said that. Now that we're going to two different colleges we don't see each other as much and it's really bringing me down.I've perked up slightly now that we're working together, but stealing kisses in the freezer and glancing at each other from across the room is not the same.
"You know what, I think a round of coffee and corn muffins will be just fine." The old man says with a curt nod to his group behind him. Each of them nod and start to hubble over to a table. I quickly fetch out five corn muffins and neatly place them on a few paper plates with the crinkly edges. Though, I wait and give them mugs of coffee before I hand them their muffins.
Yup, I think I got this waitress thing down.
Later
I let out an airy laugh as Max dances around with the wet mob, water going everywhere. He ends his weird tango with a bow and rests the mob back on the ground.
"So are you jealous?" He asks and I roll my eyes. Now that my powers are gone, over the years they have slowly turned darker brown. A sign that I'm truly an average human.
"Oh most in defiantly." I joke as he walks over where I'm sitting on a table. He pokes my nose and leans in, resting his hands on ether of me. Just as I think he's about to kiss me he pauses, and smirks.
"Green is not your color." He says then laughs. Max retreats as I gawk at him. "You tease." I say and he just laughs.
"Am I a tease if I told that I got your favorite food in the kitchen?" He asks. I crinkle my nose at him with a smile.
"Depends. Are you just saying that? Or are there really Applebee's boneless buffalo wings upstairs?" I ask. Max smiles right back at me "Go see for yourself." He says and I jump up to my feet and run up to him. I ruffle up his brown hair then run upstairs into the loft to see for myself. I smile even wider when I do in fact see a white Applebee's bag sitting on the kitchen counter, and the strong smell of hot sauce perfuming the air.
"Am I still a tease?" Max asks, just as he reaches the last step. I spin around on my heel and run to him and give him a huge bear hug.
"Nope, you are a prude." I state, kissing him on the cheek. "Thank you, you are the best." I say and he picks me up over his shoulder and walks to the island. He sets me down on a stool and I don't waste a second and grab my bounty. I practically rip the bag off and tear off the lid, only amplifying the odor. Max laughs and quickly hands me a fork.
"This might be handy." He says and I blush slightly. I murmur a quiet thanks and force myself to eat more lady like. I gently prick the surface of a wing and raise it to my mouth. I chomp down on it, loving the the taste then freeze. Did... I just feel something? I use my teeth to find the object in the meat and force myself not to throw up.
"Max, I thought... I thought these are boneless wings." I whisper and he nods with a smirk.
"They are." He confirms and I shudder. I spit into a napkin and see something sliver in my once ball of spicy meat.
"Oh, that's so gross - holy shit." I stare down at the ring that I just dug up from my chewed wing to stare at a grinning Max. He comes around from the other side of island as I just gape at the sliver band with a little white rock sitting on the top of it.
"Holy shit." I breath as Max grins at me. "Do you like it?" He asks and I look at him with a shocked face.
"Do I like it? No, Max, I love it." I get out before tears form in my eyes. Max lowers himself on one knee and I sob even harder, clutching the ring to my chest.
"Celia, will you marry me?" Max asks and I nod, then burst out with a shaky, happy yes. We both jump up and hug each other tightly, then he slides the ring on my left finger.
"I know it's not much but-" Max starts and I cut him off with a kiss. "But nothing, it's perfect. Better than perfect. Jesus, I love you." I say and Max kisses me again, only harder and lifts me off the floor.
"But one question." I say, pulling away.
"Okay, fire." Max says.
"Why put it in my buffalo wings?"