Fiorella walked up to table three with a notepad and pencil in hand, "Hello, good sir. My name is Fiorella and I will be taking your order today. Do you have any questions about the menu? Or are you ready to order?"

"Ella" a deep Irish voice spoke up. "I had no idea you worked here"

Fiorella almost felt scared to look up from her notepad to see Mitchell sitting right in front of her. He smiled up to her with not even a wrinkle around his eyes, making her feel self-conscious somehow. She almost thought that this was just a dream that she's wanted to happen since the first night she saw him. But when she noticed he was giving her a peculiar look, she realized that she hasn't even answered his question yet.

Fiorella gawked and tugged at her navy blue shirt that had the diner's name printed on it, "I just started working here"

"Congratulations"

"Thank you"

"So how have you been?" Mitchell leaned in and picked up his cup of tea, "I meant by adjusting and such. Surely this isn't as easy as the movies make it look"

"Not at all" Fiorella shook her head.

Fiorella looked around the room and noticed her manager was laughing off with one of the regular customers. She nervously bit her lip if she should or shouldn't sit around and talk to Mitchell or not. Her stomach made a nervous twist as she slowly sat down on the bench in front of him. Her break was in five minutes anyways so why not?

"So what are you doing here?" Fiorella asked.

"I work in the hospital" Mitchell pointed across the street, "I'm a cleaner"

"Why would you take that job?"

"What's wrong with being a cleaner?"

"Everything" Fiorella leaned in. "Don't you have to clean up puke, blood, and shit all day?"

"No" Mitchell said but then cleared his throat, "About ¾ of the day"

"You know what?" Fiorella slightly moved off of the bench, "I should probably take your order. What do you want?"

"I guess I'll take the Cook's Special"

"Alright! Mitchell, do you want to exchange numbers?" Fiorella all of a sudden blurted out. "I'm so sorry. That came out completely wrong. Now I sound like a total freak"

"No it's fine. What's really funny about that, Fio. I was about to slip my number on the receipt" Mitchell smiled up to her.

"Really?" Fiorella gushed.

Mitchell nodded to her without even breaking his gaze away from her eyes. Fiorella then snapped out of her daze as she realized that his time was ticking away on his break. She gave a small gesture over to the counter and then quickly made her way over to the cook's small window. Butterflies fluttered around in her stomach as her mind just went completely out in space.

With a shaky hand she hung the small note on little string; she looked down at the reflection of the booth behind her to notice that Mitchell wasn't sitting there anymore. She turned around, afraid to think that she might've scared him off. But no, he was still sitting there, raising his cup up to her. She gave a small wave and then walked off to her other tables.

"What's a matter? You look like you've seen a ghost" Mitchell spoke up as she passed him.

"It must be my contacts" Fiorella gestured to her eyes.

"Listen. You have to be honest with me" Mitchell said to her.

"About what?" Fiorella asked. "Is there something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong. I just don't want to come off as some sort of creep to you. Giving you my number and all" Mitchell explained.

"But I suggested it" Fiorella said slowly.

Mitchell chuckled before he smiled up to her, "So this is it? You really want my number?"

"Am I going to have to beg it out of you or go through the hospital records?" Fiorella nodded over to the building across the street. "God, I sound really desperate"

"Not even in the slightest. I've been through creepy, I should know" Mitchell warned her.

"Oh, believe me. You don't want to know creepy"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Fiorella felt the same restriction in her chest, like as if she was holding in air or getting ready to scream. Her mind flashed back to Washington during a stormy night where she saw a shadow looming outside of her window. The feeling of panic rushed over her as the ex-boyfriend had rushed through the window and attacked her with such force. She thought for sure that she was better off dead that night.

"Hey, Mitchell, got any more food left?"

"Yeah. It's an open buffet here"

"Hello, Mitchell"

"Hey. Guys, this is Fee" Mitchell waved over to a couple walking up to the booth, "Fio, that's Nina and George"

"Hi"

"Pleasure to meet you" Nina said before sliding into the bench in front of Mitchell. "I've never seen you here before"

"I actually just started three days ago" Fiorella nodded.

"Are you American?" Nina asked.

"Yeah… I came from Washington" Fiorella confirmed.

"I've visited that state before"

"I never knew you went to the States"

"George, you never told me either" Nina nudged the man next to her.

"It was only for a week, a very lovely place" George said to Fiorella.

"It is! A lot of wilderness there I will give you that" Fiorella nodded.

She didn't know what it was that she said but the minute she said something about the wilderness, the trio seemed to have given each other exchanged glances. Fiorella almost felt uncomfortable about being there but seeing how no one was coming in and every one of her costumers didn't seem to be waving her down, she decided to stay. That was when she noticed that she hadn't served Nina or George anything. She quickly took out her notepad and pencil so fast that she was sure her manager would've been proud.

"Don't worry about it. They can eat off of my plate" Mitchell quickly said.

"There's barely anything left!" Nina complained. "She's working, Mitchell. Mind as well not get her fired"

Fiorella almost felt happy when Nina started to order a meal followed by George ordering. She couldn't help but notice the connection between the couple and almost felt jealous of their bond. Fio had decided to stick to the counter until their meals had come out but noticed that that was a terrible decision to make. Mitchell was gone from the booth by the time she walked over to the lovesick couple.

"Here you go" Fiorella smiled to them before she took Mitchell's plate off of the table.

Mitchell's voice then came up from behind her, "Did you think I would forget?"

George then mocked as Fiorella took the folded up napkin in her hand, "Oh look… a number"

"I guess so" Fiorella smiled down to George. "Guys, I have to go on my break now. But please don't be a stranger. Come in whenever you want and just sit between booths 1 and 4. I really like your company. Stop by anytime"

"Of course! We won't abandon you" Mitchell threw his arm around her shoulder.

"Thank you" Fiorella felt a blush rising to her cheeks. "Plus, it would be a big bonus if I have regulars. My boss likes that"

Mitchell looked over his shoulder to see the frizzy haired woman chew her gum loudly that he could almost hear it. When the middle aged woman noticed Mitchell was staring his way, she gave him a wink and blew him a kiss. Mitchell slightly shuddered as he turned back around over to his friends. He glanced down to his watch and cringed as he noticed that he should've started 7 minutes ago.

"I will leave you three to it than" Mitchell patted Fiorella's back lightly before saying, "See you around"

Fiorella placed a strand of blonde hair behind her ear as she said, "See ya"