The Girl [ep13]

I went towards the
coffee machine and
made his coffee. I did
an artwork design on
his espresso, a double
heart. Suzanne served
the coffee to him.
Eros’ POV
“I want her.”
Donovan coughed and
stared at me, his
eyebrows pulled
together in a crease.
“What do you mean, Sir.
YOU WANT HER, as in,
you want her?”
“Yes. I want her, to
make my coffee,
everyday.” I sipped the
coffee again. Great, so
great. This coffee is so
delicious.
“You mean, you’re going
to hire her?”
“Why not?” I replied,
over confidently. “I’ll
make sure that she
won’t turn down my
offer. This is the best
coffee that I’ve ever
tasted. She’s really
amazing.”
“She looks… weird.”
Donovan grinned at me.
“Weird? No, not weird.
She’s unique.”
He coughed again and
nodded his head. “Yes,
that’s what I mean, Sir.
Unique.”
When we finished our
coffee, I went to the
girl, with emerald eyes.
She was in the bar
counter, alone.
“Here’s for our coffee.” I
gave her a hundred
dollars then studied her
facial expression. She
was avoiding my gaze.
Probably, she was
embarrassed about the
incident this morning.
“Your bill is only five
dollars, Sir.” She said,
her eyes fixed at the
order slip.
“Keep the change.”
She finally looked at me.
Her eyes were glassy
and sparkled like jewels,
as she held mine. She
really had an amazing
emerald eyes. I
remembered that eyes,
that gaze, but I couldn’t
figure out, where and
when.
“Thank you, Sir. But, I
can’t. That’s too much
for a tip, in two
consecutive days.”
“You deserved it. You
make great coffee.” I
was amused that she
wouldn’t accept the tip.
It was unusual for
waitresses or cashiers
to refuse it.
“Thank you, but I just
can’t take it.” She put
my change in the
counter.
“Jade.” I read her
nameplate. “Your name
suit you, you have
green eyes. From where
are you, Jade?”
“Um… I can’t tell you, Sir.
I don’t give my address
to anyone. For safety
reasons.” She shrugged
her shoulders and
played with her fingers.
I was really amused.
Instead of being
offended, I found her
funny. I was just asking
from where she was,
and she was making a
big fuss about it. “I’m
not a serial killer, if
that’s what you mean.
I’m asking you, because
you looked so familiar.
Have we met before?”
She shook her head. “No.
I don’t think so. We
obviously live in
different worlds.”
I knew what she
meant. Yeah, we
obviously lived in
different worlds. The
people that I mingled,
places I’d been and the
parties and events I’d
attended differed from
hers.
“Excuse me, I still have
other things to do.”
“Wait.” I reached out
and caught her hand in
mine.
She gasped and
instantly pulled her hand
away, as if my touch
burned her.
“Work for me.”
She froze and stared at
me. “What?”
“Work for me. All you
have to do is prepare
my coffee, everyday.
No hassles and no work
pressures.”
“You’re kidding me,
right?”