AN: I figured you all might need a bit more of substance in order to make a decision on whether you like it or not. So here is the first real chapter of the story....

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When Andrea woke up that morning, she knew it would be a day that she wouldn't forget. Andrea didn't know how or even why it would be a good day, the kind of good you don't forget. Both those questions were answered around lunch when a certain male walked into the café Andrea worked at. He seemed to draw attention, even if he didn't want it. But with his god like looks, fitting in would be pretty damn hard.

Andrea lived in a thriving metropolis that was somewhere in between NYC and Tokyo in size. It had it's fair share of everything. Bookshops, cafes, restaurants, theaters, museums and anything else one might find in a large city. Andrea had it on good authority that even though handsome men were oozing out from all over the city, that man who just walked in would still stand out. He had the perfect looks. As in too perfect.

However if one took time to look past the superficialities of the man, she would see that there was conflict and anger in his eyes. And as bizarre as it seemed to her, Andrea wanted to know why he was angry and conflicted. He seemed very brooding, drawing people in yet repulsing them at the same time.

Unfortunately, the fact he chose a table to sit down in was the end of her curiosity. Christopher, the owner of the fine establishment, had Andrea working the counter. Apparently, she was one of the most competent staff members Christopher had ever hired. Andrea was good people people, and numbers. Things Chris liked in whom ever worked the counter.

Andrea even over heard Chris talking to Rowen, his bizarre but sweet girlfriend, saying something about how she, Andrea, was the only person other than himself who had the skills required to handle the counter. For whatever reasons she was placed there, Andrea continued to keep people happy by making coffee, ringing their bills et cetera et cetera et cetera.

Whilst she was busy doing my job, Andy, as she often went by, still couldn't help but feel slightly ill and sorry for the man. It was as if all the women both married and single had never seen a man before and they acted as if they were back in junior high. Giggling and whispering about the man, and it seemed as if he could hear them. His face contorted in anger, but Andy could tell he was trying to keep his agitation from totally boiling over. She was very glad for that. A loss of business might ensue if he shouted at the women to quit staring at him so intently.

However, Andy thought he was probably some big shot somewhere in the hierarchy of the city who had more money than she'd ever make in my lifetime. Yet that still didn't keep her from feeling sorry for him. After all, he was every bit a person as the dorky kid in the corner studying for some test he had in chemistry. The man couldn't even read the menu in peace.

Women these days, Andrea thought. Although a little voice reminded her that she would be staring and whispering too if it weren't for the fact she was an employee and had to hold a higher standard. To her, he had to remain an ordinary customer, and thus treated like ever other person in the café.

"Andy! You've got to go and take his order!" Chris whispered as he joined Andrea behind the counter. She raised an eyebrow at him, clearly indicating she thought him to be crazy. Sure, he was her boss, but why did she have to do a job that someone else could do? It wasn't as if she was the only capable person that Chris had working for him.

"Why?" she asked, as she poured coffee into a cup. Andy heard Chris sigh, rolling his eyes in a manner that only Chris could pull off. "Because everyone is awed by him yes, but no one is willing to approach and break that barrier which is screaming 'piss me off and you die'." By the look in Chris's face, Andrea knew she was rem acu tetijisti. She sighed, pouring some coffee into another cup and getting two muffins for a couple who still hadn't gotten their order. Andy was a good worker and kept up with orders even though she and Chris were arguing.

Figures he would chose me, Andrea mentally complained. Chris always chose her for the jobs no one else would do, only because Andy really didn't care just as long as she got paid. Work equaled money. A small measly job would be no big deal, but to approach what seemed like an atomic bomb waiting to explode was like asking for Chinese water torture to Andrea.

They worked silently side by side for a few minutes. Andy was choosing to ignore him and act as if that semi-outrageous task was never mentioned. That is until Chris whispered, "I'll give you a slight bonus." Ah, the magical words which usually helped push Andrea's resolve to do any task asked of her.

It wasn't that she was desperate for money but Andy made just enough to scrape by every month with all the tuition fees for college, the apartment bills and so on. A little extra cash to blow on a movie or coffee from Starbucks would have been nice. Although this made Andy feel a bit like Scooby-doo and Shaggy, getting bribed by the snacks. However the results were usually in Andrea's favor.

Groaning slightly as she pulled out the maroon apron, Andrea glowered at Chris and shoved her finger at his sternum. "I get all tips you make, too," she growled quietly, and grabbed a notepad, before plastering a smile on. No one like a waitress who didn't smile or be polite. And since her potential good tipper was in a foul mood, Andy'd do anything to make his time here good enough for him to leave a tip and an generous one at that.

As Andrea approached, not only did he keep his head down, but women all around the café glared at her. 'Come on now, ladies. Just join the staff and you could have been the lucky one Chris called on to talk with the man,' thought Andrea, rolling her eyes and waited. Besides, she had grown up with four older brothers, so approaching a man with a brood was no problem for Andy. When she reached the table, I pulled out a pen finally one hundred percent ready to take his order. In my kindest waitress-y voice I asked,"What would you like this afternoon?"

The man looked at her with a semi-glare before returning to burn a hole in the menu. Man alive, Andy was only asking what he would like, he didn't need to seem so cold. However, now that Andrea was closer, she couldn't help but feel butterflies flutter as she was able to get a better look at his physical attributes. She was shocked and almost embarrassed as the attributes were almost dead on with the kind she wanted in a man.

It was if he had that fairy tale prince or god thing going on. Broad shoulders, dark hair, tanned skin, those Romanesque facial features(especially the high cheekbones), and who could ignore the amazing smoky grey eyes?

Andy looked at the notepad. His look was just to...perfect, causing her system to go into shock. Somehow Andrea now had a little more sympathy for the women in the café. She did her best to seem interested in taking his order, but Andy also tried to keep from looking at the man. Unfortunately(or fortunately) Andy couldn't resist looking at the man, as he appeared to finally be ready to order his lunch.

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