Inizio (COMPLETED)

4. They're Here (Part II)

As I turned to go deliver the drinks, Selena shoved another tray in my face.

"Could you pretty please take this one. Melinda needs me at another table."

"Sure, but before you g-," I started, but she had already said thank you and dipped. I looked at the drinks meant for the Fiorentino's, noticing that the table number wasn't on it and that they were mixed with other tables drinks. How was I supposed to know who's was who's?

Great. Just great.

I headed for the table who's drinks Selena just handed to me.

" A margarita, one Guinness, one Tonic, and a Classic Martini. Are these good? Good! You guys enjoy, alright?" I moved on to the next table assuming the orders must of been picked up in order of the new walk-ins. I started flipping through the order receipts hoping to see if maybe the table number for the Fiorentino's drinks was there.

"Hello," I said as I was flipping, " I'm Zhara. Did you guys order the Diamond is forever Martini, Macallan Single Malt Whiskey, and an Ono Champagne cocktail?" I continued to flip and, to my dismay, found nothing. I huffed out of frustration and to move a strand of hair out of my face. I didn't hear an answer, so I looked up.

Holy pancakes on a waffle griddle!

The three people sitting before me were... they were... perfection. No, no, honestly. Starting from the left, there was a man. He looked pretty young, roughly 22 if I had to guess. When I say pretty young, I mean PRETTY young. His hair was a dark, curly, low fade and his shaved face showed his outstanding jawline. He had on black rimmed hipster glasses and a killer smile. Wait... he was smiling at me. Did I do something? Was there something on me?

I felt a blush come on and looked down. The woman next to him straightened up in her seat. Her eyes shone a similar dark blue that the man next to her had. She had long, dark— maybe brown?—- bouncy, curled hair. It was like a blowout; so well done. She had on an off shoulder, velvet wine colored dress. A small, diamond necklace hung from her neck and led way to her not-too-large, not-too-small, cleavage. Before I could switch my gaze to the final man at the right end of the table, the woman spoke up.

"Zhara? That's a gorgeous name!" I couldn't get my eyes off her. She was stunning and her voice was so smooth.

"Uh.. um— thank you! Thank you." I was stumped I didn't know what to say.

"Yep! And, yes! Those would be our drinks. The Diamond is Forever Martini is mine, the Ono is dumbass 1 here," she said pointing to the the man with the hipster glasses, "and the Macallan Single Malt Whiskey is dumbass 2's." I followed where her thumb was pointing and I silently choked on my gasp.

His eyes. His hair.  Stop staring Zhara what the fu-

But I couldn't. He was so... attractive. Extremely, extremely attractive. His jaw was clenched and every bit of his strong jaw line was on display. His hair was styled in a textured quiff, a strand dangling above his eye. His eyes were a piercing dark blue and his intense gaze on me caused me to slightly shudder. He had on a black expensive —probably Armani— suit. It was open in the front and his crisp white shirt was unbuttoned. I could see the beginning of a perfectly toned upper chest.

Fuck.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sudden weight I felt on my arm from the tilting tray. I regained my composure quickly, hoping they didn't notice me gawking. I fumbled with pushing around the drinks on the table and set the glasses down. I served the 'hipster' man his drink and my skin felt hot. Every motion I made was followed by their insanely blue eyes. But I knew it wasn't the woman or the hipster making me feel like this.