I looked up and Jacob was looking at me. My face went blank and my mouth dropped. I could feel my cheeks turn warm and my face turn color. He smiled lightly. Urgh! What a jerk! Did he NOT know how much aggravating, torment, and embarrassment he was giving me!

Grrrrrr. Wait… did I just… no… Yea… I did didn't I! SH*T! I JUST GROWELED LIKE A FRIGGEN DOG AT HIM!

"Rawer!" he joked back smiling his sexy grin.

I looked at Evan and John quickly. They were smiling.

"Ruff!" Evan laughed.

"Meow!" John mused.

"No." I intruded, ruining the little spree of animal noises. They all laughed at me. "What? WHAT? WHAT?!" I badgered, was there something in my teeth! Did I smell funky. This- to my dismay- cause more hollers of excitement. There faces turned red and their hands pounded on the table. They started laughing hysterically. Faces turned to look at us. NO! Not MORE ATTENTION!

I ran into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My hair was a bit frizzy but, not that bad. And my teeth were fine. What were they laughing at? I couldn't go back at t\here, with ALL those staring faces. I would make more of a fool of my self then I already had. Hmm, think Ysanne. What the f*ck you only have one life and I needed this friggen job.

I walked out tensed and approached the table cautiously.

"Your food is on its way." I said grinding my teeth nervously. I turned my back to head back to the kitchen. I warm hand lightly pulled on my arm. A bolt went down my body. I turned around to see Jacob.

"Awww, no grrrr?" He grinned. I brushed his hand off my arm.

"No!" I squeaked. And I literally ran back into the kitchen.

I gave the chefs the orders and paced silently around. I got enough courage to go out again. I went to a table on the opposite side of the restaurant. Not in any view of the 'table'.

I took the orders from two guys. I would have viewed them as the hottest guys ever last night, but not now, considering Jacob. I couldn't get his warm grasp out of my head. His crocked smile and how his flipped hair fell around his face. How his shirt accented his muscles and his teeth shimmered. I wanted him… but I didn't know how to express it. I was horrible with guys. I never knew how to act around them. I was always so awkward and regretted my every move.

I once again- walked into the kitchen- gave the chefs the order- and paced silently. Crap! There food was done! That means I would have to bring it out to them! NO! I couldn't! How could I? I could get Lisa or another worker to bring it to them. No I couldn't bail. I took the food and breathed in heavily. Okay. Your okay Ysanne, I tried and unsuccessfully attempted to sooth myself.

My eyes lingered towards Jacob's head of luxurious hair. He was to perfect. I took one last breath and one last stride and was suddenly the target for their eyes. They looked at me blankly.

"Here." I set the food awkwardly on the table. "Uhhh" I stuttered, "anything else?"

"Yes please." I heard Jacobs hushed deep tone. I had a feeling only I could here it. "A date with you."

"EEK!" I squeaked. Evan and John glanced at each other slyly. They knew! That made it even MORE embarrassing. "Uhhh, uhhh, but im not a girl!" I shot. What?! IM NOT A GIRL?

"Your not a… girl?" he asked slowly.

"NO! I mean uhhhh!" I trembled. "Im not uhhh, girl for you."

"How do you know what a "girl for me is?" He relaxed.

"UHHHHH! That's a girl for you!" I pointed to a woman with a Barbie doll looking face. Definitely botox and huge boobs. She had a leopard print outfit on. CRAP I DIDN'T MEAN TO POINT TO HER I MEANT TO POINT TO THE GRIL NEXT TO HER! The guy's heads turned to look at her. She noticed me pointing and the guy's heads turned. I dropped my hand quickly. She winked at them. EW!

"That's just mean." He laughed.

"NO! I MEANT TO POINT TO HER! I pointed to another girl who was very pretty. Someone who I could sadly picture him with. She had big lips and a skinny, curvy body. She was cute and short. Brown long hair that were in un-frizzy, model like ringlets. Once again the guys turned their heads to look at her. I dropped my hand. Jacob whistled. My lip pouted a bit. I knew he would find her stunning! Why was I so stupid! My head dropped. A warm hand- again- shot shivers up my arm and lifted my head gently up.

"I was whistling at you." He smiled.

"Why?" I fought back a smile but my voice cracked.

"Because your more beautiful, and stunning, and everything SHE would dream of having." My heart skidded to a stop. I was in heaven.

"I think you're confused." I stated honestly, but blushing at the compliment.

"I think you're confused he stated back." Once again I felt a magnet like force pulling me closer. His hand dropped from under my chin and instead, he wrapped his arms around my waist. Sitting down he still was eye level to me. NO, NO, NO! I couldn't do this. I couldn't do this in public! I just couldn't! Well I couldn't do it alone either. I was pathetic and confused.

"Achem." I heard John cough. Saved by the bell! Thank you John. Or Evan, who ever the savior was. I would have probably bitten his tongue, made him bleed, or some how cause pain to one us. I stepped back from the table and his hands dropped from my hips. The warmth of his palms stayed with me. I quickly looked at Evan and John who were staring at us.

"Well have a good meal." I stated quickly and sauntered back into the kitchen blushing.

I gave the food to the two guys I would have thought were the hottest men on earth last night and headed back to the kitchen. I had to check on the table. Crap.

I walked slowly towards Jacob again. It looked like they were done. NO! That means I have to take there food of the table! NO! That means I will mess up AGAIN!"

"A-a-a-lll set." I stuttered lamly.

"I think so," Evan and John handed me their plates. I turned to Jacob to take his.

"I don't." He stated.

"Woul-d-d-d-d you like some mo-o-o-ree food?" I asked dumbly.

"No." he chuckled, "well unless your considered food."

"Well actually, you know I think I am. I mean did you know that humans are prone to…" I stopped mid sentence realizing how completely and utterly dumb I sounded.

"Ysanne." He smiled. I blushed and cringed at the tone of my name. He made my name sound beautiful, which honestly I never thought was possible. People said "Ya-san" or "E-sun," or "Ysanne," but in a dull monotone voice. But he said, "Ysanne." Beautifully, just like him.

"When's your shift over?" He asked.

"Now. I have to go home sick. I feel nauseas." I stated. I actually did feel sick, and he was making me sick.

"Ill take you home then." He smiled.

"NO!" I just about hollered. "I mean, uhhh, no, I think I will throw up all over you."

"Then so be it, but your not driving home alone." He grinned.

"Yes I am." I argued. That was one thing I was good at, arguing.

"No your not."

"Now how do you know what I am and aren't going to do?" I pressed.

"Trust me." I took his plate and then noticed Evan and Johns blank faces. HAD I JUST FLIRTED? And in front of THEM!" What kind of person was I!!! I blushed –again- and brought the plates into the kitchen and grabbed the recite. I brought it back to the table. I swear, I was about to the throw up. I slammed the recipe on the table and ran into the bathroom.

I kicked the stall door open and bent over the toilet not bothering to shut the door. He made me sick. Love sick. Wow that was lame. I barfed into the toilet bowl. Suddenly I heard footsteps behind me and the door shut. The click of the lock turned. The stall door wasn't open. Who was locking the bathroom. I couldn't turn my head around, I would barf on the floor. I warm hand pressed on my back.

"Ysanne." His deep lullaby voice rang in my ears. NO! He couldn't see me like this! He hand pulled my hair out of my face. NO! ITS GROSS! THERES BARF ON IT! DON'T TOUCH! What kind of person are you! I would have yelled this if I hadn't been so sick.

"Goo." Grossness crawled up my throat, barf "away." I managed hopelessly. He ignored my need and rapped his hand on my back around my waist. He made me so sick.

After about 10 minutes of barfing, I got enough to momentum to say, "Im okay." He let go of my waist and helped me up.

"Stay in here, I'll take you home, but I have to tell your manager."

"Okay." I breathed helplessly. I already missed him, but I knew I should let him go for a couple minutes. I mean I am a freak in front of him anyways. He kissed my fore head and left the bathroom.

I fixed my hair up a little and washed out my mouth. Gross, how could he deal with this?

He walked back in, a few minutes later, and scooped me up, creatiling me in his arms.

"NO!" I yelped. He once again, ignored my remark. He walked out of the bathroom with me in his arms. HOW EMBARRESSING...Well at least the girls were jealous. I buried my head his hard chest and we walked out of the building. The cool breeze blew in my face and I nuzzled my head even more into his shirt. He was really warm.

"Did you bring a car?" He asked.

"No, I usually walk." CRAP! I DON'T EVEN KNOW THIS GUY! WHAT IF HE IS A STALKER, OR, OR, OR A MURDER! I screamed loudly.

"What?!" he asked alarmed.

"YOUR AH, AH, RAPIST! LET ME, DOWN! THAT'S WHY YOU THOUGHT I WAS PRETTIER THEN THAT GIRL IN THE RESTAURANT! I knew it! MY MOM ALWAYS TOLD ME NEVER TO TRUST A STRANGER! Let me DOWN!" I hollered. I tried to kick myself out of his grasp but he was to strong.

"Ysanne. Ysanne." He laughed, "Im not a rapist, or a murder."

"Your not?" I asked stupidly.

"No." He smiled. Suddenly I realized how stupid I was.

"Well you wouldn't tell me if you were!" I pressed loudly.

"Ysanne, do I look like I would hurt you?" he asked.

"Don't judge a book by its cover." I protested.

"Ysanne." I lifted up my face and looked into his deep brown eyes. They weren't ugly brown though. They had a dark brown ring and some green, and it looked like a mix of blue too. They were beautiful. His dirty blonde, pushed aside hair smelt like colone and I wanted to kiss him badly, but I knew it would make me sick- again.

Once again that stupid urge pulled me even closer to him. He stopped his pace and looked me in the eyes. His head leaned in and then he stopped. What was he doing? Jacob! Common kiss me! He pulled his head back. What? Did I, OH WAIT THANK YOU! DON'T KISS ME! I HAVE THROWUP BREATH! Thank gosh he remembered!

"I know I barely know you, and I know we just met, we should take our time. But I really don't want to. Your just so, so, tempting." My heart shot up at the word tempting.

"Tempting?" I squeaked. I wasn't ready to be banged! I WASN'T READY TO BE KISSED! I CANT BELIEVE MY THOUGHTS INCOURAGED HIM TO KISS ME! UGGH! I WAS A MESS!

"Yeah," he said sexily showing off his white teeth, "tempting." He leaned in closer and pressed his warm soft lips against mine. A jolt went down me and I tensed again. I tried to kiss him back, but I was really awkward about it. I bit my cheek real hard. CRAP! It started to bleed. I could taste my blood go into his mouth. NO YSANNE!

I pulled my face away and looked at him sadly.

"Im sorry." I pouted and blushed, "I don't do anything right!"

"Oh Ysanne, your okay." He had some blood under his chin but I was to embarrassed to wipe it off. He can live with it on there for a little bit, I chuckled a little at my meanness. He pulled me in closer and I nuzzled into his neck, his footsteps started again, and sure enough, I fell asleep.