This is an AU story, obviously because Lady goes by Mary in it...lol Just another excuse to do the LadyxVergil pairing... muhahaha!
Enjoy. :)
Annoyances
"Waitress."
Mary cringed at the grating sound of the voice from behind her. It was the same jerk who had called her over to his table 4... yes 4 times in the last fifteen minutes. Either his coffee wasn't hot enough, it was too cold, or his dinnerware was spotty. He even had the nerve to complain about her uniform!
You should take more pride in your appearence. Perhaps you'd receive better tips.
The sheer gaul of this man was beginning to get on her last nerve and she swore if he bothered her again she was going to poor coffee in his lap... the hottest pot she could find!
"Waitress," he called again. This time his voice was more impatient.
Mary bit her tongue and turned to view the man. He was wearing a tightly pressed deep blue suit that probably cost more than she could make in a whole year of working in this place. He was lounging back with his leg crossed at the ankle with highly polished black shoes. His face was obscured by a large newspaper he had been
poring over since he arrived. As she walked over to him a high arched silver brow appeared over the corner of it. Then a piercing blue eye was looking at her.
"You wanted something sir?" Mary asked in her best...fake...sweet voice. He didn't even put the paper down, only pushed his empty cup towards her. She held back a glare as she began to pour from the canter she had been holding.
"Is it fresh?" He asked without looking up at her.
"I made it only fives minutes ago," she responded with a forced smile. He finally let his eyes drift back towards her and he cocked an eyebrow pulling the paper down. He had white sleek hair. Who had white hair at his age?! He couldn't have been older than 25, and yet he had a full head of it combed back to make him look like a gangster. He was evil enough. Yes he was a handsome devil, but Mary wasn't the type to go for looks alone. This guy was rotten to the core, and so she could stare at him and feel nothing but distain.
"You call that fresh?" He asked condescendingly. The hand that was not gripping the coffee was clenching as she tried to calm herself.
He came in every single day for almost a year now during his lunch hour from work. What the man did she didn't rightly know, but it didn't matter. She loathed him in every inch of her bones because he had tormented her relentlessly since she began working here.
"Don't let him get to you Mary," her mother had told her. "He is a very loyal customer."
It was true of course, considering he could've gone to the more exclusive and ritzy cafe up the street where he looked less out of place. Yet he came like clockwork at noon. Two cups of coffee, decaf, no sugar, black. Two eggs with no yolks, over easy and a large glass of freshly squeezed orange juice in a chilled glass. Well, in a chilled glass that has been chilled for at least two hours. The man was so precise it was annoying.
Her mom had been running Annie's Diner since before she was born, and when Mary herself decided she wanted to go to college Kalina had insisted she pay her own way. So she gave her a job to help her along, insisting that it would build character. She loved the place whenever this jerk wasn't around. When he came though she found she couldn't concentrate. It was like listening to deafening silence and being told at any time a loud noise would suddenly come blaring out. She just knew he would say something and so she was on edge always anticipating it.
"Of course it's fresh," she said in an even tone that took all the strength she could muster not to dump it in his lap.