0° Celsius :To Thaw A Frozen Heart ( Sample)

lost love

Flashback

"How dare you break these cups!! I will cut your entire pay!"

"No ma'am please!!I am really sorry..it won't happen again...please I need this money..."

The lady with specs looked at me with a disgusted face

"Then go to the guest and ask for his forgiveness,if he forgives you then I will as well.."

I turned around and looked at the handsome man who was standing at his seat and wiping the coffee stain on his white shirt.

O man I an damned today I thought.

I dried the sweat on my palms on the apron of my dress and made my way towards him.
He was surrounded by his associates who kept shouting that how ill mannered the waitress was and how she destroyed his thousand dollar shirt.

As they saw me approaching their accusing fingers pointed towards me

"Hey you!! Where did you ran off to!! Come here this instant !! Come and clean this mess that you have created!!"

"Who hired an incompetent employee like you!! "

"Fire her!! Call the manager !'

I stood infront of the man I just spilled the coffee on.
He was still trying to clean his shirt with the napkin and his eyes were still hidden from me.

His hands frantically moved rubbing the stain again and again

The wet handkerchief I held could remove the stain I thought.

Automatically my hand moved forward and I dabbed the handkerchief on his shirt ,when I did so his hands stopped and he looked up at my face.

'His grey eyes are beautiful 'was the first thought that came in my mind.
I looked down at his chest where my hands were lightly rubbing the stain.

He kept staring at me and
I could feel my cheeks turning red

"I am really sorry!!..I didn't meant to..I got ..my foot stuck in the chairs leg ..and I lost my balance...This shirt must be very ..expensive...I can't even afford it and I just stai-"

I stopped when his hand held my wrist in his, stopping me from trying to clean his shirt.

"It's alright ..don't worry ..this is just a mere shirt!"
I looked up and when I saw his reassuring smile all my nerves calmed down .

I thought he must be fuming with Anger because of my stupid stunt but instead he was as calm as the ocean.

"Are you sure..I mean it must be worth thousands of dollars.."

"Worth of clothes is defined by the person who wears them not the other way round....ragazza carina"

I was spell bound not only by his looks but also by his words.
Do gentlemen like him still exist?

" Sir we had a meeting after this...you can't go like this....."

"Non dirmi cosa fare Russo ... e non penso che i vestiti siano importanti quando tutti sanno chi sono!"
(Don't tell me what to do Russu and anyways I don't think clothes matter when evedyone knows who you are)

"no, signore, no"
The person who interrupted us said and bowed down

Who is this man!!
With so much power and beauty and not to forget that fluent italian he spoke and that melodious voice.