Yes, I meant to repeat feelings so many times at the last part,
Beeze's POV•
As usual, for the entire day everything was a rush. My aunt removed me from serving duty so I simply sat at the cashiers table.
It was about 1:30 when I heard a familiar voice.
"Beeze!"
I gasp in surprise.
"Little Thomas." I yell happily and everyone looks at me.
I walk over to him and lift him up.
"How is my little boy today?"
"I'm good now that I'm with you." He bats his eyelashes and I let out a loud giggle.
"Omygosh, you are just the ladies man aren't you." I smile and his dad grins as he walks up to me. I still haven't been able to look him in the eye after the incident so I decided to gulp and place Thomas back onto the floor.
Walking back to the cashiers table I smile at him once again.
"What're you having?"
"Nuggets!"
"Ooo those are my favorite!" I wink and he grins.
"Eat with us then." Mr. Roman speaks up and I gape.
"I- well . . . I'm afraid I can't."
"Awww . . . Why pretty wady?" Thomas asks sadly.
"My aunt will have my head honestly." I sigh forgetting there was a kid around.
Thomas gasps and my eyes widen.
"She's gwonna cut off your head?! Daddy! Daddy! Can you dial 911, I would tell you their number . . . But I forgot."
I giggle at the little boy shaking my head.
"It's just an expression Thomas, she's not gonna cut off my head."
"An exprwession?"
"Yup."
"Oh . . . Okay." He says pretending to understand.
"Hey! You're not the only one in the line! Move it dumbo!"
"Sorry guys, gotta keep the line moving." I put in their order and smile at my lovely little Thomas as he grin at me. They walk to their seat and I take the rest of the orders, smiling here and there and the customers.
But I could still feel his eyes on me.
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Finally closing time and I can't feel my butt.
I climb off my chair and walk towards the door. About to close the door something caught my attention.
Two familiar lights blinked twice.
Totally oblivious I shake my head at this possibility. They left hours ago. I close the door when the lights kept blinking over and over.
And if that wasn't crazy enough, someone got out of the car and started walking towards me frightened, I lock the door one more and started for the stairs.
They grabbed my arms and I screamed. Covering my mouth they muttered 'Shhhh'
"It's me." The person whispered.
Gasping I slapped his hands away.
"Mr. Roman? What in the bloody world are you doing here?" I whisper yell and I can barely see his pearly white teeth glistening as he smiles at me because of the height difference. This man is a tree.
"I just came to say thank you. Not much people would be so . . . Open with my son because of my status. You treat him like he's normal and . . .That means a lot to him, to me."
"He is normal." I tell him sharply feeling defensive.
"Honestly Beeze, we both know what I mean." I sigh and shake my head.
"You're welcome. Is he in the car?"
"No he's asleep at home."
"With his mother I hope?" I gasp and his face hardens.
"His mother is . . . let's say . . . Non -existent."
"Oh, I'm sorry for your loss."
"She's not dead. I didn't get that lucky. She left Thomas and I when he was just a baby."
"Oh . . ." I murmur wondering why he was sharing such personal information with me. "Y'know you could tell me to shut my mouth anytime."
He chuckles.
"Don't worry, I won't need to." He smiles at me.
"Just in case. I'm used to being pushed around anyway." I joke but instead his eyes turn darker and his lips turn tight. "Right. Totally not funny."
I clear my throat, while sticking out my hands.
"Goodnight Mr. Roman."
He eyes my hand and lifts it to his pink, plump lips.
My breath hitches as he places a warm kisses lingering a bit.
"Goodnight Aurora."
I gasp.
"Thomas told you?!"
"Yup." He chuckles walking off.
Traitor.
-------------Laying in bed I honestly couldn't sleep. All I could think was how his voice sounded when he laughed and how his mouth moved as he talked.
His eyes crinkled a little too.
And when he kissed my hand . . .
Gosh what is this strange feeling, that I'm feeling, is it simply silly feelings or is there a dreadful meaning behind these feelings?
Although, I'm not entirely sure that I mind these. . . Feelings.
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