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Chapter Five: A Horrible Morning but a Good Day

Isaac's P.O.V.

My first couple of weeks at the bistro were pure magic. I managed to learn a lot of French rather easily (thanks Rosetta Stone and Argent!), so after my fourth week Francis switched me to waiter and occasional busboy. It was freaking awesome. But for some reason everything that could possibly go wrong this morning did. Alarm didn't go off so I barely had enough time to take a shower and get dressed. My stomach was growling up a storm and Artie was already gone with the car. So running was only option. To add the cherry on top, when I got to work (sweaty and gross), someone spilled their breakfast smoothie on me. Amelie wouldn't even let me in the door. I don't blame her. It was dripping all over me. Luckily it didn't get on my pants.

"You are not tracking whatever that is in this restaurant," she told me, her mom voice seeping out. "Go rinse yourself off with the hose and I'll bring you another work uniform."

I ambled away to the side of the building. Man. This sucks. There is literally only about three people out this early in the morning and he had to hit me. Whatever. I pulled off my soiled shirt and turned the hose on. Trying to get this crap out was harder than I thought. Seriously. What the hell is this stuff? I just threw the article to the ground, rinsed my hair off, turned off the water, and stood back up. When I stretched out my back, there was whistling. Moving my hair from my face, I gazed up and saw a group of girls in school uniforms watching me. Some of them even looked familiar. Actually I'm pretty sure they did. Especially the dark curly-haired one. They giggled and walked off but not without final looks and waves at me.

"Did you just get hit on?"

Amelie came up from a new uniform, a teasing grin on her face. I wanted to say yes but they easily could've been making fun of me. The question dropped as I changed into my shirt.

'C'mon. Let's get on before Papa starts his whining,"

And so, arms locked together, Amelie and I walked into the bistro.

"Just a note. They totally were hitting on you,"

"What's with the rush? It's not lunch time anymore."

Amelie, Helene, and I were on break watching the other workers, dealing with a rather large group of teenagers. Teenaged girls to be exact. And some guys.

"Is this one of those weird American flash mob things?" Helene asked.

Amelie and I shrugged. I hope not. But it doesn't look like it. They really do look like they're here for something to eat.

"Does it look like they're looking for something though?" Amelie pondered.

I did get that vibe. There was a ridiculous amount of excitement in the air. They all looked like they just came from school.

"I don't know what's going on today but I like it," Francis stated, closing the register.

Amelie turned to me.

"I think I may have a clue as to the group,"

I furrowed my brows in confusion. Can she give a clue to the class? She squinted at me, then clapped my shoulder.

"They're here for you," Amelie stated.

What? That can't be it. Seriously? But so many? Oh. Forgot. Word travels fast around schools. Shouldn't expect French schools to be any different.

"Look at them. They all look around your age. Plus those uniforms are the same ones from this morning."

Crap. They are. Aw man. Well this is pretty cool. I guess. It's only about twelve extra people here but man that's a lot. For me at least.

"Alright you two. Break time is over,"

Amelie took one last sip of her water and pulled her apron back on. Then passed me mine.

"Go out there and make your masses happy Lahey," she joked, checking my shoulder with hers.

I laughed and started around. Every table I had was teenaged girl covered. All of them were the same. Giggly, flirty, and just really nice. Got some pretty good tips out of the deal, so I am not complaining. Plus pretty girls wanting to hit on me isn't hard either. Should've moved to France a long time ago. It took a few hours (and quite a few phone numbers) until the bistro was back to it's usual atmosphere.

"What did you do Lahey?" Francis asked. "I've never seen anything like that before except when those British boys came around."

I shrugged.

"He took his shirt off and the rest was history."

Amelie. Your father didn't need to know that. Probably thinks I was seducing the masses into coming in.

"It's not as bad as it sounds," I told him. "I promise."

"I heard nothing in that could be found as bad," Francis responded. "Amelie told me about your uniform mishap this morning."

Oh. Well then. Figured she had to. Francis hates giving more uniforms than he has to.

"Looks like you're not done yet," Amelie whispered, pointing to the door.

I glance over my shoulder. Then whirled completely around. There standing with a red head and a blond was curly haired girl from before, just not in their uniforms. Either this girl is stalking me or I'm going crazy. Could be both. Always a possibility of both.

"Good Lord Madeleine," I heard her mutter, as they walk to their table. "Do you really think this is natural? What makes you think he's even still here?"

Aw. Madeline came for me? I don't know who Madeline is but I appreciate the sentiment. I approached them and sat down their menus.

"Good evening ladies," I greeted with a smile.

Red and Blondie's swooned. Curly looked so unamused. Although a small grin did grace her face afterwards.

"We're lovely," Red responded, twirling a piece of hair around her finger.

We conversed a little while longer as I took their orders. Although Curly wouldn't speak unless it was to tell me what she wanted. I kept most of my attention on her. Maybe she's not interested. Okay. As soon as I turned my back and handed Francis the paper, they gossiped. Thanks to my werewolf hearing, I didn't have to strain to hear them.

"Oh my goodness Sabine! That guy was totally checking you out! You're dropping the ball!"

So now I've got a name. Sabine. Pretty name for a beautiful girl.

"Maddie please. You know how I am. I'm not you. Can't just hit on anything with legs."

Then how are we going to talk and be happy?

"He's already made it obvious that he likes you. Besides I would hope you weren't like me. Takes away from your lovely charm. Tell him you think he's hot and wanna take him on a date. Tell her Val."

I chuckled under my breath. I'm perfectly fine with her hitting on me. Maybe I'll coax the system a bit. Grabbing the girls' drinks from Helene, I made my way over and placed them on the table.

"Alright I have two waters with lemon,"

Maddie and Val both spoke their thanks.

"And one sweet strawberry smoothie for a sweet girl,"

Sabine smiled bashfully, as her friends ooh'd on.

"So Sabine here is single," Maddie commented.

I nodded, urging her to continue.

"And since she's feeling less than her chatty self, on her behalf, I'd like to ask you a question,"

Sabine groaned and covered her face. Embarrassment was radiating from her. But so was curiosity.

"Oh my God Madeleine please no,"

"Would you-"

"Maddie please,"

"Like to go on a-"

"Madeleine no,"

"Date with Sabine here?"

Sabine looked like she wanted to evaporate into the floor. I know that feeling all too well.

"You do not have to answer that," Sabine grumbled. "Maddie's been away from the home too long. It's time for her to go back."

"I don't mind going on a date with you,"

Wait. Shit. Maddie and Val stared at me with blank expressions. Tell me I didn't.

"You speak English?" Sabine questioned, big brown eyes wide.

A slow nod. A huge grin spread across her face.

"This is great! Oh my God! You're even better than I thought! Unless you're a serial killer or something! You're not a serial killer are you?"

I like this girl even more. I laughed and shook my head no. Maddie and Val just stared at us back and forth.

"Nah. Not a serial killer,"

"Rapist?"

"Nope."

"Thief?"

"No."

"Spy?"

"I wish but no."

"Vampire?"

Wrong story.

"No ma'am."

Sabine leaned back into her chair a look of awe on her face. I was in awe of her. There a lot of mutual awe-ing going on.

"There has to be something wrong with you," she stated, scrutinizing me.

"Go on a date with me and see if you can find anything worth concern,"

Smooth Lahey. Hella smooth. Props for you. She had a contemplative look on her face.

"Okay. We've got a date,"

Hell to the yes.

Chapter End.

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