Chapter 10 : One Fine Day
| One Fine Day |
WEEKEND AND I just want to sleep all day but the fact that I mumbled something last night that may provoke me to spill what I'm thinking, I decided to get off bed early. I need to stay away from Reina's curiosity. Besides, I have work to do. I need to fill in Bill's place.
The golden rays of the shining sun greeted the beautiful land of Chanter University. Birds chirping, telling us that another wonderful blessing was given to us. The greens give hope that no matter how cruel humans will be, God can give us all the beautiful things that we deserve.
"Good morning, Becca," Mrs. Dory greeted and sipped on her cup of coffee.
"Good day, Mrs. Dory," I greeted back.
I walked towards the locker room and fixed my hair in a bun and put my apron on. Kara is still not here, well, it's just 7 in the morning. On Saturday, we need to spend our time in the café for eight hours. Sundays will be our day off.
"How's your first week, sweety?" asked, Mrs. Dory.
"It's quite good, Ma'am," I answered as I started to switch on the machine. "It's better than what I've expected," I added.
"Have you found any fine guy whom you can get along with?"
I flinched and let out an uneasy smile. "A guy?" I stood right in front of the wooden cabinet and get the cups and started to separate them according to their sizes. "What do you mean by that, Ma'am?"
"Crush."
It's just one word, but his image swiftly flashed inside my mind. I fake a cough. "Nothing in particular."
Mrs. Dory chuckled. "You're beautiful, Becca. You have the figure. You have the looks. You're smart. A guy would like a girl like you."
I pierced my inner cheek with my tongue and pursed my lips, trying to hold my laughter. "Having a crush or a boyfriend is the last thing I would do, Ma'am," I answered, politely.
Mrs. Dory grabbed the other pile of cups and started to help me out. "You must enjoy and try things out while you're still young. It's not bad if you're attracted to someone, it's natural. I'm not encouraging you to have a boyfriend, that it is what is like the first thing you do, but I'm just telling you this as I see myself to you when I was your age."
I stop mid-air and look at Mrs. Dory. Why do her eyes be lonely? Like she regretted something, for a long time ago? "A-Are you alright, Ma'am?"
Suddenly, a tear fell from her left eye. I stopped what I'm doing and face her. I caressed her back. "It's okay, Ma'am. You can tell me."
She smiled. "I'm sorry about that. I just remember something. Becca," she looked at me and grabbed my hand, and pinched it. "I just want you to know that I don't want you to regret something. It's okay if you can't find you're the one. It's fine if you're not interested in it. But if you feel something strange inside. That something is growing deep within—"
"Mocha frappe, please," said a man who had a baritone voice.
My eyes widened and I let go of Mrs. Dory's hand and look like an idiot as I face him.
Mrs. Dory chuckled and tapped my shoulder before shifting in the man's direction. "My apology, Sire," she replied.
Instead of making his coffee, I asked him a question. "Are you done with the reflection paper?"
The corner of his lips twitched, implying a smirk. A devilish one. "Full many a glorious morning have I seen. Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye."
I furrowed. I don't know what he's talking about. "What?"
"It's Shakespeare Sonnets 33," he replied and raised his brows on me. "My coffee?"
Damn. I rolled my eyes and started to make his coffee and handed it to him afterward.
He smirked again as he places a one-dollar bill at the top of the counter. "Have a nice day, Becca," he said and winked at me. Shifted his back and walked away.
Self-consciously, I averted my eyes, and a sudden heat aroused on the sides of my cheeks.
"Good morning—Becca!" Kara exclaimed. "Wait? Are you sick?"
I immediately turned my face away and keep busy with what I left to do. "Good morning, Kara." Without me facing her, I dropped the cups. "You may continue this."
I tried to look at her, her eyes met mine. Wide… and questioning. "you're blushing?" she mumbled and slowly turn her gaze to the man who just left the café.
"Oh my—"
I harshly handed her the remaining cups and turned away.
This is embarrassing!
It's my first time.
"Becca! Don't worry, I'll just pretend that I didn't see it!" she shouted.
I covered my face as her voice attracts other's attention and went directly to the bathroom.
What's wrong with that guy? Where's that guy who rolled his eyes on me during our first meeting? Where's the man who seems not bothered to flirt with any girl? Why did that deep and mysterious eyes glow like he just finds a thing that interests him?