The diner was a bit bigger than most diners I had ever seen, rightfully so since it was the most popular in town not only for the Locals but also for travelers passing by, Mariah had made a point to make sure it was well-known then left it to the customers to spread the word, which worked out perfectly. I'd know since I also helped out with its website and social media pages at this point it could be a full-on restaurant but the tall beautiful woman now smiling at a customer said she preferred the feel of a diner, it felt like home a place to welcome anyone and every one no matter who they were or where they were from and I couldn't agree more
I walked to my next table a smile splattered across my face as I faced the family before me, many people always argued that waiters/waitresses always faked their smiles which was true sometimes I mean we did have our bad days but after working here I have found that my smile was mostly genuine, the owner, the environment, the people everything made this possible. So perhaps I was lucky, but I genuinely loved this job
The bell on the door rang an indication that new customers had entered but I did not bother looking up too busy passing the order I had just taken to the Kitchen but Brea's 'damn' made me lift my head at her then towards where she was looking. Two guys had just walked in, and their tall stature alone was enough to draw anyone's attention, but it was not just that that made everyone look; no, these men looked like they had just walked out of a fairytale.
With their dark hair, blue eyes, and perfect jawlines, they would give any model a run for their money. Perhaps they were models already, there was no way the modelling agencies weren't begging them to sign a contract. Their blue eyes, the deepest blue I had ever seen, sparkled from the sun's rays as they surveyed the diner searching for a seat before locating a booth at the back. They set off to it and casually walked past everyone as though they didn't notice the diner had fallen silent, and people were now looking at them
They both wore simple jeans and T-shirts, but it was clear no matter what they wore, they'd look good in, they were easily some of the most good-looking people most of us had seen
Their tall built frames filled the booth making it look small, it was clear they were brothers just by looking at their features and the one I assumed was the youngest said something to the eldest making him look to the rest of the diner his cold eyes scanning us to which everyone went back to their business acting as if we all weren't just shamelessly taking them in, the youngest smiled amused as he also scanned the diner till his eyes met mine, we held each other's gaze and he smirked realizing I wasn't backing down but Mariah's voice made me pull back and I met Brea smiling cheekily at me to which I only rolled my eyes
"Sweetie, go take their order," Mariah said, winking at me
I walked to the booth, passing Jessy, our co-worker, who just pouted at me. I knew it was because she wished it was her in my place, but I just made a bored face and went on smiling as I approached their table
"Hello, welcome to Mariah's diner. Have you decided what you'll get?"
The youngest was still smirking at me, so I made a point to look at the oldest, who didn't even bother looking up
"I'll have coffee with a grilled cheese sandwich, two pork sausages, and bacon," he said, still not bothering to look up
"I'll have Orange juice, blueberry pancakes, bacon, and two beef sausages," the youngest said, making sure to smirk when he was done
I made a point to smile even brighter, "Okay, your order will be ready in a few," but before I walked off, he said
"We're new in town, anywhere exciting we could go for fun?"
"Several, there's a beautiful waterfall over the hills, you could go ziplining, you can also rent quad bikes for the forest, and there's a big bowling rink together with many other sporting activities."
"Doesn't sound like a small town," he said, sounding disappointed
"Did you expect a ratchet little town with dilapidated houses, bare land, and no access to the internet?" I replied a little bite in my voice, the smile never leaving my face, but it was now a bit tight
His brother now looked up at me, then at his brother, and back to his phone. The youngest only looked at me, and as he attempted to say something, I cut him off, "Your food will be ready in a little while," I said back to my usual smile
"Asshole," I said as soon as I reached the counter
"What?" Brea asked, a little concerned
"The little model over there is disappointed our small little town isn't awful," is all I said before handing the order to the cook
I headed back to their table a few minutes later, carefully placing their order before them
"Look, I didn't mean it like that," the youngest started
"It's okay, I'm used to stereotypes."
"You clearly aren't." It was now the brother who replied, looking at me with those cold eyes that made me slightly uncomfortable
"I meant that not many small towns have so many fun things to do. I like it."
I pulled my gaze from the eldest and looked at the guy who now had a small, hopeful smile on his face
"Sorry for the sass, I might have overreacted. Enjoy your meal, and I truly hope you like it here."
"Thanks"
The rest of the day went swiftly, a bit busier but good. By the time we were leaving, it was 9:30. Normally, we would have left an hour ago, but this Saturday was truly different; even the moon seemed to shine brighter than ever
Brea had insisted I explain my whole interaction with the two brothers during our trip back, making it a point to keep insisting on how handsome the two were, although I agreed it was getting a little annoying to hear the same thing every few minutes
I gladly dropped her at her house and rushed to mine before exhaustion took the best of me and I ended up sleeping on the wheel. The house was quiet when I got in. My brother was spending the night at a friend's house, and my mum was either asleep or still out with her friends. I made sure to lock the door and set up the security alarm before heading to my bed, which was desperately calling to sing me that beautiful lullaby my mother used to sing to me when I was younger
After reluctantly taking a shower and dressing up in my fuzzy pajamas I walked to close the drapes of my curtain and as I looked down to our garden I could have sworn I saw a silhouette with glowing yellow eyes looking up at my window but when I blinked it was gone, I quickly blamed it on my exhaustion and snuggled into my blankets for a much-needed rest