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Chapter 5 – Sie Hasst Mich

Gil sprinted through the back door of the café. He struggled to breathe, and his heart beat slammed against his ribcage. He bolted to the locker room in the back, and hid behind a tall sliding door. He banged it shut against its magnetic clasp that was screwed into the door frame, and pulled off his t-shirt. He rummaged through a series of crisp white shirts that hung besides him until he managed to find his size. He slipped it on and threw open the slider and hurried to his locker. After failing to open it at least five times, he pulled off the lock and yanked his slacks and vest out.

His eyes trailed up to the large clock on the wall.

4:40

10 minutes late.

He hissed as he tugged off his jeans, wriggled into his other pair, and slid into his vest. Then he threw the jeans into his locker, slammed it, yanked an apron from the wall, and trudged to the front of the store. He reached one of the register kiosks, and clocked in with a sigh.

4:50

He straightened his vest and a sudden tap on his shoulder made him jump.

He turned around and was met by a pair of stern green eyes.

Could today get any worse?

"Beilschmidt," Basch hissed, "what time is it?"

Gil looked over to the kiosk screen, "4:51 . . ."

"And what time were you supposed to clock in by?"

"Look," Gil held up his hand, "just hear me out. I wa—"

"Don't have time for your excuses," Basch growled, "Table nine. Now."

Basch turned around, and Gil sighed.

Even if he did get the chance, what would he even tell Basch?

His friends might be in serious trouble?

He would NOT buy that!

Gil adjusted his apron as he grabbed a notepad that rested beside the register. He flipped over the cover and approached the table to one of the farthest corners of the café. Seated at the table were two young girls that he recognized in an instant – Francis' sisters.

"Hallo, meine Damen," Gil smiled, "How are the two of you?"

"Bonjour, Gilbert," Florence beamed, "we are well, merci. How about yourself, mon cher?"

"Could be better," Gil laughed, "how can I assist you?"

Cecily giggled, "All we care for is dessert today, Gil."

"That's it?" Gil rose an eyebrow, "the two of you aren't hungry?"

Florence smiled, "We are fine. If not to harass frère, we come simply for dessert."

Gil smirked, "Is that why the two of you are always so sweet?"

Cecily's giggles escalated as her sister's face grew pink.

His grin widened as Florence cleared her throat.

"La spéciale, s'il vous plaît," she said with a small smile.

"Are you sure there isn't anything else I can get for you?" Gil asked.

The sisters declined, and Gil walked over to the kitchen and asked the chocolatier to make the Bonnefoy special. The chocolatier gave a warm nod before she turned to gather her ingredients.

Gil walked away from the kitchen and was pulled to the side.

"Gil," Basch said as he pushed Gil's back, "table 26."

Gil rolled his eyes and approached an elderly couple seated at the table. After a few moments of aiding them with the menu, Gil returned to the kitchen and handed the chef a sheet from his notepad. While there, the chocolatier handed him the sisters' plate. He thanked her and took the plate over to the table. While on his way over, he peered down at the plate.

What was so special about this dessert anyways?

It just looked like a simple plate of crepes.

Gil placed the plate onto the table, "Bon appétit, ladies."

They thanked him, and he walked over to the kitchen once more. His other tables order finished, and after he dropped off their plate he headed over to the register. He looked on the kiosk.

5:05

Five more hours.

Gil looked around the café. In total there were about 10 tables that were full. Not as much as he had been expecting at this time.

Perhaps he would be able to clock out early?

Considering how angry Basch was with him, he doubted it.

He checked up on his two tables, then headed back and was assigned three more. Not long after that, more groups of people came in. Within the next hour the café was filled with people seated both inside and outside.

It wasn't until 6:30 that Eliza showed up.

"Good grief," she said as she clocked in, "Already a full house?"

"It is dinner time," Gil smiled, "not too surprising."

"Shut your ugly face," she muttered as she pushed past him.

Gil snorted as he checked on his handful of tables. It was times like this that he wished he took the school route rather than the work route. Though his pay was fine, the job wasn't that awesome. But he was stuck until something changed, and he was not expecting that any time soon.

Another hour passed and still people rushed in and out of the café. Not that it was too big to manage, but Gil soon began to lose his concentration. There were a few tables that he had repeated the same question at least five times . He almost even forgot to on check a few others.

As he ran back and forth from table to table, he could feel Basch's eyes following him.

All Gil needed right now was to get a lecture from the guy.

Gil took a breath, and tried to clear his mind. He had no reason to mess up like this. It was way out of character. He started to wonder if what Arthur had said in the morning was the cause, but he had no idea.

Another hour passed, and Gil felt like he had been there all day.

The people didn't seem to leave.

After a moment Gil was asked to get a few more utensils for a table, so he rushed over to the kitchen. He rummaged through the nearest drawer and snatched up the utensils. He spun around toward the table, but had he have noticed Eliza right behind him he would have been more careful. The two of them slammed against each other in an instant. The tray in her hand collapsed onto her chest, and plates and glasses that had once been placed upon it crashed to the ground.

A few spectators struggled to look over to the noise.

"Eliza," Gil reached for her.

"Don't," she snapped as she looked down at her filthy shirt.

"Liz, I-I'm sorry," Gil stammered.

Lizzie shook her head and walked over to the backroom.

Gil groaned as he looked down at the disaster he created.

It was obvious that the day could get worse after all.

Gil searched for the broom as he heard Basch's voice call for him.

"I need to talk to you," Basch said as he too walked to the back.

Gil's chest ached, and he grew light headed. He staggered over to the back and found Basch leaning against a wall.

Their eyes met, and Basch motioned him closer.

As Gil stood a few feet from his assistant manager, Eliza opened the slider with a new white shirt.

"Liz," Gil started, but was cut off by Eliza holding up her hand.

"It's fine," she said as she walked past him.

Gil's eyes followed after her.

He screwed up.

"Gilbert," Basch's voice broke through, "what's wrong with you today?"

"Don't know what you mean," Gil struggled to smile.

"Don't give me that crap," Basch snarled, "what's the matter?"

Gil sighed, "Just have a lot on my mind . . ."

"Leave it at the door," Basch shook his head, "you're here to work, not worry about silly things.

"Rodger that," Gil replied.

Basch pressed his hand onto his forehead, "why were you late, Gil?"

Gil's eyes widened, "I was . . . I had to talk to Frankie about something. So I was at Arthur's house, and I didn't realize how long I had been there. Which is why I was late."

Basch rose his eyebrow, "You had to talk to Francis?"

"Ja, and I stayed there too long. Call him if you want—"

"I believe you," Basch stated, "but what's bothering you? I can tell you're not acting like your ridiculously loud self. Did Francis threaten to fire you or something?"

Gil laughed, "It's not that. It's just . . . don't worry about it, bro."

He started to walk away when Basch called, "If you want, you can leave early. Maybe you're catching something?"

Gil looked over his shoulder, "Bro, I'm fine. Ich verspreche."

Basch shook his head as Gil left.

He walked over to where the mess was, but noticed it has already been cleaned up.

Poor Lilli must have cleaned it.

Gil left the kitchen, and continued to attend the rest of his tables.

The rest of the night dragged on, but sure enough 10:00 had arrived and the café's doors were shut. The steps of the coworkers echoed the walls. A few conversing in regards to the busy night they had all endured.

Gil played with his lock before he had opened his locker. He took off his vest and apron, and pulled out his street clothes. He walked over to the slider and shut it behind him, and pressed his back against one of the walls.

He wished he could have redone his shift. He wished he would have arrived on time, and never embarrassed Eliza like he had.

He took in a breath and changed out of his uniform. As he slid open the slider he noticed Eliza standing before him.

"Oh," Gil muttered as his face burned, "Entschuldigen Sie mich."

He walked past her and rummaged through his locker in search for his car keys. Once he found them, he shut the locker and opened the back door. The cool air rushed past his face. He approached his car and noticed Basch and Lilli near theirs as well.

"Gute Nacht!" Lilli smiled.

"Danke," Gil returned a grin and noticed Basch's eyes watching him.

"I'm serious, Gil," Basch stated, "You should get checked out."

"Don't worry so much," Gil forced a laugh.

Basch groaned as he and his sister sat in their car, and drove off.

Gil took in a deep breath and stared up at the black, star filled sky. His eyes scanned over as many as possible as he smiled. He never noticed how bright they looked from this spot.

The breeze tickled his nose as he looked back down. The sound of soft steps turned him around.

Eliza stared down at her phone screen as she walked out the door.

Gil took in another breath, "Liz?"

Eliza looked up at him, her face remained stern.

"I'm really sorry," Gil continued, his heart rate elevating.

"I already told you it was fine," she responded as she slid her phone in her pocket.

"I know what you said," Gil's heart pounded harder, "but I really want to apologize. My mind has been all over the place today, so I'm sorry. I should have been careful."

Eliza studied him for a moment, "I know it was a silly accident. You don't have to be so worked up over it. Besides, that shirt was too big on me anyways."

Gil gazed at her, and noticed concern wash over her face.

"Gil," she tilted her head, "what is bothering you?"

Gil frowned, "It's baby stuff, Liz—"

"No," she walked over to him, "no excuses. What's wrong? I want you to tell me."

"But, Liz—"

"I'm in no hurry," she smiled, "tell me."

Gil scowled, "Fine, but only because I don't feel like going home yet."

"Keep going," Eliza nodded.

"You're probably going to think I'm crazy, but Arthur got me all paranoid . . ."

"Paranoid?" Eliza questioned, "Did Arthur make you question your life choices finally?"

"It's not that," He nudged her shoulder, "the other day I had this dumb dream, and he got me thinking that it could have been a premonition since he had a similar one."

Eliza frowned, "it was probably a coincidence, Gil."

"I know," Gil groaned, "but I can't help but feel that it's not! It's been bothering me 'cause I really feel like something is wrong. But I don't know what it is! What if something really bad happens to someone? "

"Gil, calm down," she placed her hands on his chest, "you don't know if that is the case!"

"But what if?" Gil took hold of Eliza's hands, "How can I stop it?"

"Gil," she squeezed his hands, "right now, you can't do anything until there is any proof. You don't even know where to start."

"I could start by taking down mein chandelier." He stared into her eyes.

"Gil," Eliza placed one of her hands on Gil's face, "hey, maybe you just need a good night's rest? Don't let this consume you. You don't even know if it's true or not."

Gil groaned, "I sound like such a baby, don't I?"

Eliza giggled, "I wouldn't say that—"

"But you laughed."

"Hush," Eliza slipped her hands out from Gil's and stared off towards the road.

Gil's stomach knotted and his heart fluttered as he tried to pull his eyes away from her. He couldn't wrap his head around the idea of her. She was such a caring girl. So sweet and loving, without much care in the world. Now here she was trying to make a guy like him feel better.

Roderich was lucky – the luckiest guy in the world. This beautiful and wonderful girl was his. Gil knew it was wrong to feel it, but he almost hated his cousin for it. He almost hated that Roderich got what he wanted – since day one the guy had gotten the best of everything. He was successful in his profession. He had enough money. He was proper and attractive, and he won Eliza's lovely heart without ease.

Gil breathed in the chill air and tried to smile.

"Hey, Lizzie," he asked as Eliza turned to him, "you get dropped off?"

Eliza nodded, "Unfortunately."

"I can wait until young master gets here," he suggested.

Eliza shook her head, "it's fine, Gil. Besides it is a bit late."

"Which is why I can stay," Gil smiled, "I'm in no hurry to go home. I'll wait until he gets here."

Eliza's warm eyes met his, causing his heart to skip once again. After a moment, Eliza giggled.

"Oh, Gil," she said, "you act like I can't take care of myself."

"I know you can. Hell, you take better care of yourself then I take care of myself! I just feel it's rude to leave you here, Prinzessin."

"Te jó ég," She rolled her eyes with a smirk.

The two of them stood in silence for a while. Gil wasn't too sure how long they were out there. He was lost in his head once again. Of all the people he's ever known moments of being alone were boring and awkward, but with Eliza it was different. He was so comfortable with her it almost terrified him. He thought that you weren't supposed to feel like that with someone else unless it meant something. But this didn't mean anything.

It was just him and her waiting for her silly boyfriend to pick her up . . . if he wasn't dead asleep, that is.

Gil glanced over to Eliza, her eyes fixed on the road.

He continued to stare at her until she too stared back.

"Gil?" she asked, "what is it?"

"I think your man might have knocked out," Gil chuckled.

Eliza's face hardened, "Don't be silly! He's probably just running late."

"Then why don't you call him?"

"Fine," Eliza pulled out her cell phone and placed it against her ear.

Moments later she groaned and shoved her phone in her pocket.

Gil stretched his arms, "didn't pick up, did he?"

"Shut up," Eliza said as she walked over to a bench seated behind her.

"Prinzessin," Gil grinned, "want me to take you home?"

"No," Eliza sat on the bench, but shot back up, "Istenem! It's freezing!"

Gil tried to hold in his laugh, "If you really want your butt to freeze, by all means stay."

Eliza scowled, "You're a jerk!"

"Am not!" Gil protested, "Would a 'jerk' offer you a ride home?"

"If he wanted to kidnap me, maybe!"

"That's totes true, but we both know that's not the case."

Eliza was about to protest once more when Gil took her by the hand, and dragged her over to his car. He opened the passenger side, and held out his other hand. Eliza looked inside the car, then back at him. She tapped her index finger against the tip of his nose, then she stepped inside. Gil smiled as he closed the door, and went around the driver's side. Once inside, he started the car and peered over to Eliza.

She snapped her seatbelt into its clasp, then began to run her slender fingers through her long brown hair. Her fingers had almost ran all the way through until they caught just before the end. Her head jerked, and the face she made caused Gil to burst out laughing.

Eliza smacked her hand against Gil's shoulder, "Shut up!"

Gil continued to laugh as he too pulled his seat belt on, and pull out of the parking lot.

"Verzeihen sie mir," Gil wiped a tear from his eye, "your face was great!"

"I told you you're a jerk!"

"I am not. You're just being a whiny, baby lady."

"What on earth is that?"

"That, mein Prinzessin, is what you are."

"I greatly dislike you sometimes!"

"Good thing for that," Gil laughed, "hey, am I supposed to take you to Rod's place, or yours?"

Eliza pondered for a moment, "might as well take me to my home."

"You mean your little whole in the wall?"

"It's a home," Eliza yelled, "just because it's small does not make it less of a house."

"Why don't you get the Young Master to buy you a house?"

"Because that would be using him."

"Oh, so what do you call this?" Gil smirked, "I'm here taking out of my own awesome time to drag you to your cave."

"You offered, you dummy!"

"I think you imagined that," Gil laughed, "I remember you threatening my awesome life so that I take you to your torture chamber."

"You're such an idiot," Eliza laughed, causing Gil to join her.

The rest of the ride to her place was quite pleasant. Gil couldn't remember the last time the two of them really got to talk this much without wanting to strangle each other.

Maybe because that behavior would be too dangerous on the open road?

Whatever the reason, Gil hadn't felt this much at peace in a while. He'd missed it. He'd missed the days when the two of them would run around and terrorize their neighborhood. Throw things at one another, and even dual with tree branches. He missed the bruises and cuts they'd get, and arguing over who was the better fighter. He missed how simple life was before they had to grow up, and grow apart.

Soon enough Gil reached her neighborhood. It was quiet apartment living – much unlike her old childhood home.

He pulled up to her complex and parked his car under one of the car ports, shutting off the engine.

"Well, Prinzessin," He smiled, "your castle awaits."

"Shut your ugly face," Eliza returned her bright grin, "thank you, Gil."

"Any time," he replied as Eliza opened the car door.

Gil opened his side as well, and walked around the car to approach her. His heart picking up for the hundredth time. He could not seem to keep himself together.

Eliza closed the car door behind her, and turned towards him.

Her light green eyes glistened in the starlight. The moon casting a light glow onto her cheeks. She smiled once more, her eyes not breaking from his.

Gil longed for this moment to never cease; however, this is all it ever could be for him.

A single moment of yearning for her, only to find his heart being thrown to the ground.

Gil's eyes trailed to the pavement, and Eliza's soft hand fell on his face. He looked up to see that radiant smile once more.

"Get some rest, Gil," Eliza whispered.

"Sure," Gil gave a weak smile.

Eliza slid her hand down his chin, then pulled away and started for her front door. As she approached the door, Gil noticed her stop. She turned toward him, and frowned.

"Liz," Gil tilted his head, "something wrong?"

". . . no," Eliza answered with a small smile, "Good night . . . Gil."

"Gute Nacht, Prinzessin."