Little touches and small gestures...
1197 Words
Nataly POV.
Seeing him sit there, it made my knees weak. His presence alone made it hard for me to think.
I have never felt this way before about anyone... I never even really had a crush on someone and I came to the conclusion that romantic and s****l things weren't for me... but now I know what people meant...
I could feel his eyes following me... and it made my skin tingle.
When I brought him his coffee, it was difficult to even stand still. The goosebumps his voice gave me still haven't gone away and his dark eyes haven't left me for the whole hour he has been here.
As I made rounds around the coffee shop colecting cups and other things customers left, but the whole time I coldn't stop looking at him every few seconds... and every time I looked at him I saw that he was also looking at me. So I spent the whole morning with my cheeks pink and shaking hands. The main problem was that I also couldn't really concentrate on the stuff I had to so... so this meant I stumbled on my feet... that messed up the orders...
My little session of looking at the mysterious man was interrupted by a man. He was in his early fifties, dressed in a pressed white shirt and dark grey pants and he looked annoyed.
"Good morning, what would be your order today?"
"Finally! I will have oatmeal latte with two pumps of caramel and no sugar."
Before I could say how much he needed to pay he threw a few dollar bills on the counter and went to sit at the back of the room.
Well that wasn't very nice...
I took a few deep breaths and gave the order for Jasmin to make. When the coffee was ready I took it to him with the change from the money he left.
"You took your time. First clean the table it's dirty."
The table was spotless because I just made the rounds cleaning it, but the customer was always right.
So I did as he asked. When I leaned over the table he stayed in place, so maneuvering was quite hard. As I leaned over the table I could feel his eyes flowing the curve of my ass... s**t he was creepy...
I finished as fast as possible. I placed his coffee of the table and turned to leave, when the man threw the cup on the ground shattering it to small pieces.
"ARE YOU DEAF OR JUST STUPID? I TOLD YOU NO SUGAR! NOW CLEAN UP THE MESS AND MAKE ME WHAT I ORDERED."
The whole situation had my arms shaking. I sank to my knees and started gathering the small pieces... a few of them had cut my fingers as I saw heavy boots approaching to my side. Without even lifting my eyes I knew that it was my misterious man...
"Hey buddy... why don't you apologize to the lady and go."
The man laughed at the request.
"And why would I do that?"
But this time Jasmin was the one to answer.
"Because Gerry I made your order correctly as I do every day and if you wont leave in the next two minutes I will call the cops."
The men murmured something under his breath and left. As I stayed on my knees collecting the little pieces of the cup from the ground, when I saw a big hand helping me.
"Here, why don't you let me."
He put the last piece on the tray I was putting the rest on and picked it up, while extending his hand to help me up.
I accepted it and brushed away a few tears from my cheek, that escaped... I wasn't very good at confrontational situation... and shouting either brought out me shouting and punching someone or me crying.... so I guess today is the day with the crying.
He picked up my bloody hand and released a little sound of frustration, that sounded like a low growl...
"Dickhead... I should..."
He released a low breath of frustration as if he was trying to calm down... it was strange to see someone worked up about something as stupid as this... and over me. Most people wold say that I was being either a baby or dramatic.
I pulled my hand from his because it was tingling and started to hurt.
"It's okay... I will clean up... and thank you, for the rescue."
I could feel my cheeks getting redder and redder every moment. He smiled at request and I could see the tension slip from his body.
"You're welcom, but let me help you carry the mess he made and patch up you hands?"
I smiled and nodded in agreement... it felt strangly nice beeing next to him.
And I would probably break out crying if I was alone right now, and I hate crying.
He was about to grab my hand, but chose to lead me with a hand behind my back. He took the tray from my hand and left it on the counter and led me through the employ door to the back.
As we walked inside he stopped abruptly and lifted my hand.
"We should clean it first, why don't you hold it under some cold water, while I get the first aid kit?"
He looked me in the eyes, while waiting for my answer.
"Okay..."
My voice sounded quiet and low as I answered him. He nodded, released my hand carefully and went back to the main part of the shop in search of the first aid kit.
I was a bit dizzy, not sure if it was from the fun experience I just had or if it was from him.
All I could think about while walking to the bathroom was how intense he was... how his dark eyes shined...
I was up in my thoughts while cold water washed of the blood from my fingers and soothed the burning skin, when I felt him return. He stopped behind me and laid a soft hand on my back.
"How are you doing?"
His low voice sent a little shiver down my back... that went straight in between my legs.
"Good... I think..."
He chuckled a little and lifted me in his arms. As he did that I released a little cry of surprise. No one carried me ever... well I think my parents did it when I was little, but after that I was always to big... but this strange man lifted me up like I weighted nothing.
He carried me into the little staff room and sat me onto the counter.
I was still a bit shell shocked from what he just did, son I sat frozen.
I always dreamed of a man that would trow me around like I weighted nothing... I would look at my classmates carrying their girlfriends around or picking them up... but I knew that my size sixteen ass would never experience that.
But here I was... and here was the man that just made my secret dream come true...
"Okay, give me your hand..."
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