CHAPTER 55

It was noisy. Lots of chattering from the customers and a Friday Night Live Band players were blasting songs. I served the shots to the table I had attended to at first. Moving towards table nine, I was stopped by three customers on table six. 'Excuse me ma'am, we've been sitting here almost half an hour now and no one attended to us. Can we have some service please?" 'Sure. What can I get you?" I took their food and drinks order. I patched the order to the kitchen and made the drinks. I served the table and moved towards table nine again. 'Excuse me miss! Hello miss!" table eight called out to me. I turned to them. 'How can I help you?" I asked. 'Can we have some service? We've already ordered our food an hour ago and it's yet to get here. Can you check on it for us please?" 'Sure thing ma'am. My apologies," I answered before running towards the kitchen. I bumped into Michael again and he growled at me. 'Sorry Michael," I apologized. 'Watch where you're going you imbecile!" he shouted angrily. Ignoring his rude response, I walked on. 'FOOD FOR TABLE EIGHT!" I called out as I entered the heated kitchen. 'Here! Here! Here," Chef Antonio called out. He was Cuban and I liked hearing his accent. I took three plates to table eight before stepping towards table nine. 'Good evening," I greeted, taking my notepad from my pocket so I could write down the orders. 'FINALLY!" a female voice shot out, 'I'll have a fillet steak, sweet potatoes and vegetable rice. And for my drink, I'll like to have a glass of merlot." I wrote down everything on my notepad. 'And what would you have sweetie?" she asked the gentleman sitting across from her. I turned towards him and upon seeing his eyes, my notepad slipped out from my hands. Evan's POV No more text messages from Jasmine. She had finally got the memo and moved on with her life. I had. I met Aria Goode at a party I attended with my parents and my sister two weeks ago. She was performing one of her great country hits which had me sold. My father knew her folks, so after the magnificent performance, they came over to greet my parents. Aria and I started off from there. She was a beautiful young woman. Long flowing brown hair, bright honey brown eyes and a body to die for. She captured me at the first impression. I was huge a fan as well so it was like a win-win situation for me. I loved her country music. Since then, we had stayed in contact and became very close friends. One day, she came by the office with Emily and being the charmer I was, I invited her out to dinner. Two weeks later, when her schedule was cleared and she had some free time, we've decided to go have dinner at a restaurant where her one of her former back up singers worked as a part-time waiter. I dressed in a black T-shirt and black faded jeans, a simple dark brown leather shoes on my feet and my Rolex on my wrist. I brushed my hair the usual way, applied my Versace Eros fragrance and grabbed the keys to my black Bentley. 'Gosh, the service here is terrible," Aria said as she and I sat in the restaurant, waiting to be attended to. 'It's a full house," I joked. We browsed through the menu again and after what seems to be an hour, we finally received some service. 'And what would you have sweetie?" I heard Aria asking. I removed the menu from my face and turned towards the waitress. My heart dropped, and as if on sync, her notepad dropped to the floor in front of me as well. I picked it up and handed it back in her sweaty hands. 'What can I get you sir?" her voice came out like if she didn't know me. 'Same as...her," I answered. She nodded her head and wrote something down. I handed her back the menu and my hand just had to brush against hers. I saw her shivered. I still had that effect on her though. 'That would be all. You can leave us now," Aria said, waving her hand in dismissal at Jasmine. Aria leaned in and planted a kiss on my cheek. I saw Jasmine's face fell even more before she turned around and left our table. Jasmine's POV It was a hot day in Brooklyn. I woke up to sweat running from my forehead to my chest and between my breasts. I pulled the covers off me and went to the washroom and did my morning business. I stepped into the shower next, brushing my teeth, washing my hair and taking a long bath. I had been working myself up and breaking down again after seeing Evan and Aria Goode together at the restaurant. Aria fricking Goode. A country singer. Beautiful in the face, long brown flowing hair, beautiful eyes, pretty lips and an awesome personality. Everyone liked her and would become a die hard fan the moment they heard her music. She was a goddess with a guitar and a songbird on the microphone. She was everything. Despite the heat raging outside, I had to get to work. Today was payday and I needed my money badly. I got dressed and went towards the kitchen. 'You got the morning shift?" mom asked. She was whipping up a nice batch of pancakes which possessed her secret ingredient. Nutmeg.