I stood there, wearing skinny jeans and flats plus my wooliest jumper feeling as though I was as old as Betty. He was gorgeous. Blonde hair, blue eyed with the sexiest, cockiest grin I've ever seen. And young. Like, really young. I just left sixth-form and I'm about to start a band young. Only just got my drivers licene young. But definatly not, I'm still going though puberty, voice hasn't broke, dorky young. He had the sexiest voice ever. And his rippeling muscles made me wonder if he had gone through puberty at six.
"So how about it?" He chuckeled. His arms were folded, emphasizing how BIG they were, and I got momentarily distracted.
"Em, em, Oh yea," I needed to get it togeher- i was nearly thirty and he looked about twenty. "No, I work here," phew.
"Oh, sorry, I dont want to keep you from your many customers." He didn't sound angry, only amused.
"Oh yes, I'm kept on my feet all the time in this place," I busied myself in cleaning an already spotless (and probably unused for the past twenty yeas) table.
"Oh dear, why were you reading on the jod then?" He challenged me. I knew exactly what I wanted to say. It would be sexy and funny and confident. But as if I could say that to a real actual living man (sorry-boy)?? I was just about to make a lame excuse and hide myself away in the kitchen. But then I remembered, I couldn't say that sort of thing to a man. But this was a boy. "Do you want to know a secret?" I put my head to the side, hopefully more seductivly than I'm-itching-my-shoulder-with my-cheek. He quirked up an eye brow invitingly. I leaned forward so my breath tickeled his ear.
"I am a very, VERY bad waitress,"
Then I turned around to go and hide in the kitchen.
"I still want two coffees,"He called after me, half laughing, half shocked.
But all I could hear was the sound of jessy j's "sexy silk" as I reinacted emma Stones saunter from "Easy A".
"OHH I will be your... sexy silk, wrap me ar-r-roundd,"
The door slamed shut behind me and I did a very un-cool, un-attractive dance. Get a grip, Jane! He's basically a minor... But all I could think of whilst making his coffees was how lean and ripped his torso looked in that tight white tee and those slack, faded jean of his.
When I came back out, he was reading that book, I left a book mark in, Oh, God, No! "You read some interesting things" He grinned intent on the most dirtiest part of the book I could find. I swore under my breath, and snatched it from him.
"I was enjoying that," He smiled.
"Your to young," I smirked.
"To do what they were doing... or to read about it," He took a sip from one of his two coffees,
"Both!" I cried hastily. "Why did you order two coffees?" I quickly changed the subject. Lets not talk about sex.
"Oh, just some open invtie to a girl I really like," He laughed.
"Huh, well all the girls in here seem a little busy, so I hope your ready to be dissapointed,"
"Oh dont worry. Me and the female species have a mutual understanding, they always love me in the end, and I NEVER disapoint," He was leaning about eye level with my (almost non-existent) boobs, but for some reason it didn't seem sleazy.
"Sure you don't, I'm sure its amazing having sex with a minor," Again. We were on the subject of sex.
"Don't knock it, till youv'e tryed it," and with out warning his hands were round my waist. Then I did some thing that suprised the both of us, I locked the shop door, closed the blinds and swithed the sign to "closed".