"What do you want?" I asked bitterly to the repulsive guy standing in front of me. "Is that anyway to treat a customer?" He asked. His deep, soothing voice. I hated the way it made me feel inside.
I hated how he made me feel inside.
"You're not welcome here." I said. I felt angry, sad, and of course, scared. "Emma!" Yelled Stacy from somewhere behind. "Yes?" I called back. "Come here!"
I walked over to her, leaving him to wait.
"Yes, Stacy?" I asked. "That is no way to speak to a customer. All people are welcomed here." She then turned and went back to the kitchen. I rolled my eyes once she was out of sight, and slowly walk back to the podium.
"Welcome, follow me this way to your seat." I said as if I were reading from a memorized script. I walked the guy to a booth somewhere on the side of the diner. "May I start you off with a drink?" I asked handing him a menu.
"Well, Jeez, Em. Give me a minute to look." He laughed. I rolled my eyes. Em is what he used to call me. Used to. But I guess its sticking. I waited for him to find the beverages, as I impatiently tapped my foot. "Um, I'll have a Pepsi." He said. I turned on my heel, not saying a word to him.
Why after all this time has he decided to show up now? Why is he even here?
How did he find me?
These questions, where the questions I've dreaded to ask myself. I grabbed a plastic clear cup and filled it with the Pepsi.
I walked back over to him, setting the cup down. I pulled a straw from my apron and gave him one. "Thanks, love." He said. "Don't call me that." I snapped. "Call you what? Love?" He smirked.
I clenched my jaw in frustration. I took a quick silent sigh before asking him, "Are you ready to order?" - "I'll have the turkey club." He folded his menu and handed it to me. I took hold of it, but he didn't let go. "Harry, I don't have time for these games."
"I see you've remembered my name." He smirked once again. "How could I forget..." I mumbled to myself.
"Eh, actually I don't want that." He said. "What?" I asked. "I'll like to order something different." He forcefully pulled back the menu as I silently groaned out of impatience.
I waited for him to find something and he finally spoke. "I don't see your name on the menu." He said with a playful confused look.
I gave him an annoyed look. We stared at each other for a few seconds before he scooted out of the booth and stood.
"Now that I think about it, I'm not in the mood for food." He said quietly sticking something in one pocket while pulling out my phone from the other pocket.
He texted himself. "Got a new number I see." He laughed. The whole point of the new number was so he wouldn't call anymore. Guess that doesn't matter now. [-]_[-]
He slid the phone back into my pocket, but slowly. I dared to look up at him. He leaned forward to my ear. "Enjoy the tip." He whispered before kissing my cheek.
He walked away, hands in pocket. Along with that smirk plastered to his face.
This boy... is once again,
driving me crazy.