3. Dine on Demand – Sihn
CHAPTER 3
DINE ON DEMAND
SIHN
After making sure the bagels are in the bag for the Dine on Demand order I need to pick up, I look for my drink, which isn’t on the stand where it should be. I don’t have time for this.
I grab the bag and frustratingly ask, “Where’s my Matcha Tea Latte?”
“That wasn’t included in that order…” The barista, Verdi, grabs the receipt stapled to the front of my order to double-check that she’s correct.
Through gritted teeth I chip out, “It was a separate order.” I look up to scold her for not doing her job correctly but am taken aback when I find the girl from earlier standing next to the barista.
“Well, I wasn’t sure I’d see you again.” I look her up and down. She’s still wearing what she had on after her wreck earlier. She’s attractive. Tall and shapely in all the right places. For sure my type. My cock twitches in my sweatpants, so I bring the bag down in front of my hips. “Definitely not this soon.”
“What are you talking about Sihn? You see me several times a day some days,” the barista replies, but I wasn’t talking to her.
I don’t have to tell her friend I’m referring to her. Her skin is blotching and her pupils are doing the thing they did earlier when I saw her. “You didn’t think I died, did ya?” I ask her.
She rubs her hand on her neck.
“Leave Mar alone. I’ll make your damn latte, give me a sec,” Verdi huffs.
Mar. I like it. “Is Mar short for Mary? Margret?” I ask, unsure of why I care.
“A—Amarynth, but everyone calls me Mar.” She rubs her neck again. It makes me wonder if she slept on it wrong or if the wreck from earlier physically hurt her.
I extend my free hand out to her, “Sihn.” She doesn’t take it so I move it toward the barista.
She looks at her friend and lifts a brow. Aside from the neck thing, she looks ravishing. A plain white tee and some jeans. Casual. I hate the ones who dress up for everything. Sure, they’re usually decent in the sack, but not the kind you take home to Mom. Not that I have a mom to take one home to, but still, I’ve never been the settling down kind. At this point, with my career as a wrestler dwindling, I need to start looking for a future and possibly a partner to settle down with.
I clear my throat. “Latte?”
Mar’s voice is deeper than it was earlier when she says, “She just shut everything down, so it might take a minute, Sihn. That short for something?” I like her normal voice. Fuck, I don’t like women’s voices.
“The Sihnner…” I laugh because it sounds so dumb coming out of the mouth, which is why I shortened it to Sihn.
“What are you, really religious?”
I want to laugh. She has pegged me so wrong. “On the weekend I play a bad guy, and during the week, I’m just a bad guy,” I tell Mar. Shit, what am I doing, trying to scare her away? If she knew what was good for her, she’d stay far away.
“Here!” Verdi barks at me.
“Sheesh. See ya tomorrow.” I wink at Mar before heading for the door to deliver bagels to an elderly lady through my side gig, Dine on Demand.
When I’m inside my Nissan Altima, I text back the last chick who hit me up to let her know I’ll be free around midnight. She’ll come to me when requested, they always do.
I have to let off some of the tension this Mar girl has awoken in me.