Coffee - Prologue
Isabella Black, Belle as her friends called her, walked back to the counter of Java Café to ring up her next customer's order.
She was 24-years old. A true blonde, blue-eyed beauty from what she had been told. She wore her uniform. A blue button-up blouse with black dress pants. Around her waist, a red apron, which had a pocket on the left to hold things, and the words 'Java Café' imprinted on the right. Her hair was up in a sloppy ponytail. She looked like a mess.
She couldn't believe how bad her day had been. She has woken up at 11:35 AM. She had been 50 minutes late for work. When she finally arrived, she found that she was one of the few waitresses there. To make things worse, they had more customers than they usually were, so it was very hard to get the orders. She had already broken several cups and plates, which was making the owner very angry. She would be lucky if she could hold her job til the end of the day.
She got the order and walked toward her customer. She put the cup down in front of him and asked if he wanted anything else. He replied with a simple 'No, Thank you' and turned his head back to the newspaper. She placed his check on the table and turned to leave.
She took a few steps and then stopped dead in her tracks. She stared at the man who was sitting over in the corner. It was him. The man of her dreams. The man she had fallen hard for many weeks ago.
He was reading the 'Salem Times' as usual. He had his usual black suit on with his suitcase sitting below him to his right. To her, He was absolutely perfect. He had brown hair, which any woman would love to run her fingers through. Chocolate brown eyes that you could get lost in by just staring into them. Then there was his smile. His smile was irresistible.
His name was Shawn Brady. She had read about him several times in the newspaper since he worked at Titan for Philip Kirhakis . She had seen him come to Java Café weeks before and then found him coming several times a week afterward.
She couldn't move. The only thing she could do was stare. Stare at how perfect he was. His chocolate brown eyes and his soft brown hair that begged for her hands to run through it. But she just couldn't stand there. She needed to move and go take his order otherwise she would surely lose her job. It took every ounce of courage as she walked toward him.
She finally got to the table. He was still reading the newspaper and didn't seem to know that she was there. She took the pencil and notepad from her apron and spoke.
"May I take your order?"
"Its about time," bellowed Shawn. "Yes, I would like a black coffee."
Belle looked at him and then wrote down his order.
"Is that all?"
"If I wanted anything else, I would have asked for it. Just a black coffee. Thank you" replied Shawn harshly.
Belle couldn't believe his tone. He was rude, very rude to her. But his voice made up for it. His voice was deep and sexy so it didn't matter. He could say whatever he desired.
Belle went to the counter and told the boy the order. After waiting several minutes, she got the order and turned to take it to him.
She walked past a few empty tables and was inches away from his table.
CRAAASSHHHH!
Belle fell to the floor with napkins and all.
A small teenage boy bent down and helped her pick up her things. She gathered everything and placed it neatly back into her apron pocket.
The boy turned to her and mouthed a "Sorry lady" and then left.
She got back up and looked around. Everyone was staring at her. She then remembered Shawn and turned to face him.
The only words to come out of her mouth were "Uh Oh!!"
Isabella Black, Belle as her friends called her, walked back to the counter of Java Café to ring up her next customer's order.
She was 24-years old. A true blonde, blue-eyed beauty from what she had been told. She wore her uniform. A blue button-up blouse with black dress pants. Around her waist, a red apron, which had a pocket on the left to hold things, and the words 'Java Café' imprinted on the right. Her hair was up in a sloppy ponytail. She looked like a mess.
She couldn't believe how bad her day had been. She has woken up at 11:35 AM. She had been 50 minutes late for work. When she finally arrived, she found that she was one of the few waitresses there. To make things worse, they had more customers than they usually were, so it was very hard to get the orders. She had already broken several cups and plates, which was making the owner very angry. She would be lucky if she could hold her job til the end of the day.
She got the order and walked toward her customer. She put the cup down in front of him and asked if he wanted anything else. He replied with a simple 'No, Thank you' and turned his head back to the newspaper. She placed his check on the table and turned to leave.
She took a few steps and then stopped dead in her tracks. She stared at the man who was sitting over in the corner. It was him. The man of her dreams. The man she had fallen hard for many weeks ago.
He was reading the 'Salem Times' as usual. He had his usual black suit on with his suitcase sitting below him to his right. To her, He was absolutely perfect. He had brown hair, which any woman would love to run her fingers through. Chocolate brown eyes that you could get lost in by just staring into them. Then there was his smile. His smile was irresistible.
His name was Shawn Brady. She had read about him several times in the newspaper since he worked at Titan for Philip Kirhakis . She had seen him come to Java Café weeks before and then found him coming several times a week afterward.
She couldn't move. The only thing she could do was stare. Stare at how perfect he was. His chocolate brown eyes and his soft brown hair that begged for her hands to run through it. But she just couldn't stand there. She needed to move and go take his order otherwise she would surely lose her job. It took every ounce of courage as she walked toward him.
She finally got to the table. He was still reading the newspaper and didn't seem to know that she was there. She took the pencil and notepad from her apron and spoke.
"May I take your order?"
"Its about time," bellowed Shawn. "Yes, I would like a black coffee."
Belle looked at him and then wrote down his order.
"Is that all?"
"If I wanted anything else, I would have asked for it. Just a black coffee. Thank you" replied Shawn harshly.
Belle couldn't believe his tone. He was rude, very rude to her. But his voice made up for it. His voice was deep and sexy so it didn't matter. He could say whatever he desired.
Belle went to the counter and told the boy the order. After waiting several minutes, she got the order and turned to take it to him.
She walked past a few empty tables and was inches away from his table.
CRAAASSHHHH!
Belle fell to the floor with napkins and all.
A small teenage boy bent down and helped her pick up her things. She gathered everything and placed it neatly back into her apron pocket.
The boy turned to her and mouthed a "Sorry lady" and then left.
She got back up and looked around. Everyone was staring at her. She then remembered Shawn and turned to face him.
The only words to come out of her mouth were "Uh Oh!!"
