The Truth

Week 1: Tuesday

I only have one class on Tuesday's so I go to work earlier and get off earlier. School goes by fast and I find myself already walking into work. Honestly I'm nervous for the afternoon ahead of me. I wrap my apron around my waist and grab my notepad while I walk through the door next to the bar. Which I didn't realize until I'm already next to the bar. Luckily Brandon is already with some customers and is distracted, so I can walk past him unnoticed. Knowing my luck a person pushes back in their chair and knocks into me. I fall over and look up to find Brandon there. His brown eyes burning into me. Well so much for avoiding him.

His brow is pushed in frustration. "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize anyone was behind me," the man who was in the chair tells me. Brandon offers me his hand and once I'm on my feet he asks, "Are you okay?" I nod, but he turns around before I can say anything. "You should be sorry. What if she had been carrying food? You would have had to explain to the people what happened to their food. You don't even want to know how sorry I would've made you if she had been hurt," Brandon fumes. "Brandon," I say neutrally while grabbing his arm. His body softens to my touch and he turns my way. Once we meet eyes his frustration is less, then Mikey shows up.

"What's going on here? What's wrong Melody?" Mikey asks everyone, then looks at me. "This guy decided he had to push his chair all the way back to get up. In doing so he knocked Melody down," Brandon speaks up before I can even get the chance. Mikey looks at me with concern, probably making sure I'm okay. Then addresses the problem. "Brandon go back to the bar, I can handle this. Thank you," Mikey turns to Brandon. Which Brandon just stares at Mikey for a second, but eventually walks towards the bar. He turns back around to face me and I give him a reassuring smile.

"Sir, please be more careful next time, but please accept my dearest apologies of how our bartender treated you. Let us pay for your mixed appetizer," Mikey tells the man and his family. This is why Mikey's the manager. I begin to walk away to go to my section when I hear my name being softly called by Mikey. I turn and he asks me, "Will you come into my office?" I nod and follow him.

Once he closes the door I comment, "I do need to get to my section really soon." He smiles softly and tells me, "You've ripped your shirt Mel." I look down and sure enough at my elbow is a rip. "Amazing," is all I say. His smile widens and I'm just standing here staring into his light blue eyes. He runs his fingers through his blonde hair, which these days it's a bit longer than usual. I've come to know he does this action when he's thinking or just frustrated. Mikey starts to unbutton his shirt and the next second he's pulling it off.

"What the hell Mikey?" I ask. He laughs and hands me his shirt "Relax Mel, I'm just giving you my shirt and I can run to my car to get my colored shirt," he tells me. "Oh. Thanks," I comment, feeling slightly embarrassed. I begin to unbutton my shirt and pull it off. Mikey turns around, even though I have an undershirt on. I love him. 

Oh jeez.

"Okay I have it on," I tell him once done. He turns around and stares at me. "It is too big?" I ask him. "Well you don't look as good with it on as in your own shirt," he answers but his cheeks flush with red and immediately looks away from me. He's leaning against his desk and I walk up to him and place a kiss on his cheek. Then give a light hug while leaning in close to him to say, "Thank you for always being here for me." I step back and actually take a look at his body. I didn't realize how fit he's gotten, the undershirt is tight against his body and I can see the muscles underneath that it hides.