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Oh my gosh, I'm sorry for not updating. I have had so many important assessments, homeworkers and course works I've been putting of for a while and It just piled up!
I give you permission to punch me. I'm such a bad person.
However, mostly it was due to the reason that My boring bland mind has run out of inspiration so please PM me if you have any ideas of what to happen in freeing Dea. I'd really appreciate it.
Mary xx
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I disappear behind the counter and return with 4 coffees and cakes, i walk back slowly desperately trying to juggle the coffees on the tray without spilling it.
When I finally get to the table I set the tray down slowly. I straighten my apron wiping my wet hands on it.
Who would've know this was so hard?
'Soo is it your first time, working here?' Will asks obviously trying to be polite with the poor struggling waitress.
I notice his broad shoulders, chocolate eyes and dark messed hair, he wasn't old. He's around my age. I deliriously slowly study he's long legs. I could clearly see even if he was sitting he was taller than 6 ft. He stared at me completely oblivious to my studies.
'Yes, your my first customers'
'Well, I'm honoured, you've got an amazing accent there, are you from England ?'
I smile politely.
' yeah. London' I look around at George the manager who's starring daggers at me from a far corner of the little café.
'Anyway I should probably go now'
He looks at George and frowns ' yes, it was nice talking to you, maybe we-'
He was cut off by his blond headed colleague
' umm, shouldn't you be working now?' She taunts while smiling at me.
' I mean you are a waiter right?' She continues. I look at her deciding whether to rip her head of or disappear right there.
Customer's always right.
Customer's always right.
Customer's always right.
THE CUSTOMER'S ALWAYS RIGHT.
I return her smile, ' yeah your probably right, I should get going ...bye' I reply lamely.
I walk away, going around the room table by table, from the corner of my eye I spot the Will and his colleagues getting up, Ignoring them I move up to my next table.
'Can I take you order' I say holding my notepad to my face, when I've written everything down I return only to be stopped by, Will?
He puts a hand on my shoulder, sending electrical messages down my back through my spine.
' I just came to say I'm really sorry by the way my colleague talked to you, Sarah was being mean. If it helps she like that to everyone.'
Oh so now he's apologising for his girlfriend.
' no it's fine, seriously. No need to apologise'
I carry on walking, before I reach behind the counter he grabs my wrist pulling me to face him.
' I still don't know your name' he chocolate eyes boring into my icy ones.
' Dea' I say
He holds his hand out for me. ' that's a nice name, it completely suits you,'
'I'm Will' he gently smiles again.
' come on man! Stop flirting' his colleagues shout at him from the door. Will walks away with a grin.
' I hope to see you around Dea'
As the tall,dark handsome stranger leaves.I stare after him dumbfounded.