ALAROUS (Completed)

CHAPTER 2

ELISE’S POV

By the time classes ended I was more than ready to go back home. I ran out of my history class as soon as the bell rang and found Mason and Kelsey in the parking lot waiting for me. We talked and goofed around, shoving each other on the way back home, like normal fun loving teenagers do.

My shift at the restaurant starts at four in the afternoon so have an hour to relax before running to Ricardo’s grill and kitchen. The Italian restaurant is owned by an Italian guy Rick. He is a good boss in his late forties with an incredible sense of humor. And he pays me well.

I decided to pass my time by doing some homework. I set an alarm for an hour and started on my homework, it was not fun. Dragging my pen around the sheet not knowing what I was doing sucked. Finally the alarm binged and I was out of my misery. I was already in my classic blue jeans so I changed my top to the dark red t-shirt that said the restaurant’s name in bold black.

I shrugged on my favorite denim jacket over it and grabbed my purse and phone before heading out.

I reached there in ten minutes and went straight for the staff’s room. I placed my jacket in my locker and wore my blue apron over the red t-shirt. My tennis shoes were replaced with high heels (because it’s a rule to wear heels) and a smile plastered on my face.

I start my work by handing out the menu at some tables and then taking orders. The day usually gets busy after six in the evening when people start to fill in for dinner and dates. This week has been particularly hard though since my co-worker Stella is on a holiday with her husband. Lucky girl.

I balanced three plates full of food in my hands and make my way to table no. five. I can be a successful joker if I wanted to be, I’m good at balancing and it would feel good to make people laugh and make money out of it. I wanted to laugh at my own ridiculous thoughts.

I managed to not drop the plate and place it on the table safe and secure. A satisfied smile made its way on my face and I skipped back to the kitchen for the next order. Yes, in heels.

Sometime later I was assigned to wipe the tables and clean up the mess when a group of boys entered the restaurant looking all regal and totally out of place. I raised an eyebrow at their appearance and mentally appreciated their good looks. They were fine.

The four of them were sporting black as if the color was made for them. They took a seat at the far corner and started whispering frantically to each other. I decided to ignore them and continue with my work, then I remembered that I work here and I have to take their order.

I grabbed a menu and made a beeline to their table, as I neared, they abruptly stopped talking and froze like statues. It was like someone clicked a pause button. I timidly placed the menu on the table and repeated the same sentence I’ve been saying the whole evening.

“Hello welcome to Ricardo’s grill and kitchen. I will be serving you today. Would you like something to drink while you decide your order?” I asked in a cheery tone, they all looked up at the same time, as if they had practiced it over a thousand times.

If I said they look fine from afar, you don’t even know what I am looking at now. Did I secretly die and go to heaven? Because they look like angels. There was a blonde with bright blue eyes and a face sculpted to break hearts, he had an innocent glint in his eyes though, which was unlike his bad boy looks.

There were a set of twins, both of them had brunet hair and hazel eyes, chiseled jaw, it was hard to tell them apart, which reminded me of weasely twins.

The last but one took the cookie though. He had sexy jet black hair with bright forest green eyes, I’m a sucker for green eyes. He looked like a living Greek god. His eyes held an unknown emotion in them and the way he looked at me made me shiver.

I snapped out of my daze when and quickly composed myself.

“Umm so? What would you all like to have?” for some reason my voice came out in a higher tone than I intended to. I cringed and cleared my throat.

“How about a piece of you?” one of the twins asked with a smirk. Which earned him a smack on the head by the blonde. Mr. Green eyes glared at him and while he just chuckled and ignored him.

I jolted down their orders one by one. They eat a lot! How are they not fat?

“I will take a Carbonara. Thank you.” Mr. Green eyes said and oh my god! His voice is deeper than the Pacific Ocean! I nodded in a daze and jolted down his order before running back to the counter.

I had Suzie serve them because I did not want to go there and make a fool of myself. Fortunately I was not needed out there anymore and my shift ended in half an hour. I went to the staff room and pulled off the apron and shrugged on my denim jacket. The tennis shoes felt good after the longs hours I spend in heels. I left the restaurant by the back door, like I always do.

It was already dark but I am used to walking home every day. I plugged on my headphones and walked towards home. The streets were still brightly lit which is always a good thing, considering I am afraid of the dark.

I smiled at some shop keepers and continued walking. This was my everyday routine. Something felt different today; but what?

I decided to ignore the feeling, soon I reached home and was ready to flop on my bed. I took a quick shower and changed into my pajamas. I made my way to the kitchen to eat something and had a good night sleep. Or so I thought.