𝟒 #2
It has been exactly fourteen days since Fenix started visiting the restaurant on daily basis.
In my mind we were already friends. Even though if he read my ridiculous thoughts, he would probably think I'm crazy.
He was pleasantly a nice guest. He didn't talk much but whenever he did, he was polite. He didn't complain and he eat all of his food without returning it back.
And have I forgotten to mention the tips he leaves? He alone has filled my bank account in the last two weeks.
It felt wrong for him to tip me more than hundred dollars with each of his visit. I didn't even do much more than I do with other costumers. I just put on a polite smile and serve them the food.
"And today sir? What would you like?" I asked and held the tablet in my hands.
"The chicken breast with Marionette sauce and that mango cocktail you like." Humming, I placed the order on the device and smiled at him before I turned around and walked to the other tables.
My mood these days was instantly better because now I was able to save up some money for Ian's birthday. With all the tips, I was able to even afford myself a cake for my birthday.
I haven't had those in years. Only grandma use to make them for me. While they were still alive, me, Sally and them would have gatherings in their yard and make a picnic with all kinds of foods.
Then Sally would always sing to me and then after many ceremonies of hers, I was able to blow the candles and cut the cake.
It was our little tradition for each of our birthdays.
For Ian though, since he moved with me, I was able to make him one, but it was only me and him. No one else was with us to celebrate his big day.
Hopefully this time we'll invite Macy and a couple of his classmates. The one he hangs out the most with.
When the food was prepared, I took the plate in my hands together with the cocktail. I was getting more comfortable with bringing him food and my nerves were easing down.
He still made me feel anxious but not as before.
"Here's your lunch and the cocktail. Bon appetite." I said after I placed the order on his table.
He leaned back on the chair and his eyes found mine. Green on brown. I have always admired people with green eyes. There was something beautifully alluring about them.
His hair was pushed back and he poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue before he gestured with his hand to the opposite chair.
"I want to have a word with you." What...? What word? Did I do something wrong?
"I can't, sorry. I have other tables to serve." There was so much work to do because the restaurant was packed. All of the tables were filled. Aspen, Lucas and the other waiters, were running around and I couldn't afford to just sit here and leave everything on them.
Also if my boss saw me sitting here, he'll probably fire me for sure.
Fenix waved his hand and I looked behind. There was man in a suit as well. He started walking towards us. He had brown hair, lighter than Fenix. He had all black suit and had tattoos on his hands and fingers.
The brown colour in his eyes was so dark that it almost looked black.
Fenix said something to him in a language that I did not understand. What kind of language was that? Weren't they from Irish descent? So it must be Irish they were using.
While I was thinking about the words and what they meant, people started to leave. What was going on?
The guests began to stand up from their chairs and soon the restaurant was completely empty.
The other workers stayed with the plates in their hands as they looked around.
Fenix said something else and the man ushered my coworkers to leave. Aspen was holding her laugh while the other ones left with confusion written all over their faces.
"Now you don't have work."
My lips parted but not a single word came out of my mouth. Was he being for real? He emptied the restaurant just so he can talk to me?
"Sit." He spoke again.
Stunned by his actions, I nodded my head and lowered myself on the chair opposite of him. I adjusted my glasses and placed my hands on my lap.
His hand went on the top of the chair next to him and he leaned further back. The shirt he was wearing imprinted on his chest and the chain glistened on the rays of sun light peeking from behind the clouds.
The window next to us was covered in droplets of rain and I gulped the lump that was forming in my throat.
"So?" I finally spoke after couple of seconds, when I was able to gathered some courage.
His gaze slowly traveled from my lips to my eyes.
He pushed the plate and the drink in front of me. They were untouched and the food was still warm, being served just couple of minutes ago.
"Eat first. You must be hungry."
Okay but what was his deal? First he said that he wants to talk and now he's saying I should eat?
"I'll like to know what you wanted to talk about first, sir." I don't think I'll be able to eat with all of the anticipation bubbling in my chest.
He nodded his head slowly and leaned forward. Bracing his elbows on the wooden table.
"I want you to marry me."