strangers to lovers

CHAPTER-ONE:

In the course of walking past me, the manager of the shift, LEVI, said to me as he made his way toward the hostess station, “Ella, one table at table four has been waiting for more than two minutes for an

attendant to come to take their drink order.” While I gazed at this man for the thousandth time, pretending to ignore the fact that I held a plate of food for another table while he walked past me, even though his pronunciation had gotten more noticeable. Despite the fact that he had made the error a thousand times over, I glanced at him as he strolled past me. “I’ll be right over. “Sure.” I smiled back at him, rushing back to table number seven with the most miserable smile I could muster as he glanced over his shoulder and looked at me frowning.” Okay.” I rolled my eyes and hurried back to that table. Although I loved the number seven table, it disgusted me that the number eight table was under the same roof as number seven. In spite of what I did, whether it was my luck or if it was simply

the curse of the table, every time I sat at the table I encountered rude, crude, and contemptuous people who were completely unworthy to be there. In addition to the gaggle of businessmen who tried to sneer down my shirt as I bent over to remove the glass or plate from the table, I was greeted every time I leaned over to clear a glass or plate by a gaggle of businessmen wearing sleek suits. There was a large man wearing a star-spangled tie in front of me and I stepped forward with one of the plates and announced to him, “Chicken Cordon Bleu.” It was at that moment when my friend said,

“Nice,” but I was not sure if he might be referring to my breast or the chicken breast, since I was unsure of what he was saying. Despite this, I held my tongue and did not say anything. There’s no doubt that these guys would be happy to tip me generously if I had been polite to them. Once all the dishes were distributed, I asked my assistant if there was any last-minute business we could take care of before I left. I begged internally as I said no to her. It is my pleasure to provide another Blue Moon at this time, in response to the request from Sky-Spangled Moron, since it has been requested by him that he be able to take the Blue Moon anytime he wishes. The smile on my face spread across my face as I shook his hand. It was then that I noticed Collin staring at me and pointing at table four as I

turned around. He seemed a bit upset about the situation as well. I raised my eyebrows in confusion as I glanced over at the table and muttered to myself, “Am I the only one on shift?”. As I walked over to the counter, I noticed only two people were seated at it, and so I relaxed a bit. It will be an easy one at least. I offered both of them a warm welcome as they smiled and had a wide grin on their faces. I am Ella, and I will be serving you tonight. At the same time, both young men turned toward me. My confidence dropped immediately as I recognized them as they turned towards me at the same time. Every week they came into the salon as they were both absolutely gorgeous and came in at least once a week. As a child, I remember watching gorgeous women and handsome men come into the

restaurant for lunch. After a short period of time, I had grown accustomed to the feeling that I had of being inferior to every new patron entering that restaurant. However, I never really lost the feeling of being inferior after a while, and it always lasted long after I left that restaurant, and I always felt inadequate afterwards. There were two in particular that were of the highest quality. Their shirts were rolled up at the shoulder as they walked around, exposing their veiny forearms as they rolled the sleeves up at the shoulders. Both of them were wearing a dark shirt, which was accompanied by a light blue tie. They also had a white shirt, which was paired with a black tie. Both of them were wearing black shoes, and both of them were wearing white shirts, which were accompanied by black ties. As I was watching the video, I was just wondering if it was intentional or not. I wasn’t sure whether I was being churlish or not, but I was just wondering if it was on purpose. It made me a bit mad. In the past few years, filthy rich people seem to be attracting so many people. Why is that so? Wouldn’t it have sufficed for them to be able to get by if they had money to burn? The reason that I am wondering whether the theft extended to other beautiful people who were equally beautiful is because I have a feeling there were also other beautiful people who were also robbed. In some way, the situation seemed unfair to me. I was irritated not only because of my bitterness, but also because of the fact that I felt angry. The process of figuring out how to do that took some time for me to figure out. “That’s an odd name, but I don’t think that’s the point,” said the man on the right, as he began to speak with a smooth and curious tone. A man with nicely combed hair and a dark complexion would normally assume that he had a dark complexion because of the fact that he had nicely styled hair. Because he was a light-skinned man. A neat section of hair was created on top of his head. The sideburns were nicely positioned around his back as well as on top of his neck and neatly positioned around the back of his head. The sideburns were perfectly positioned around his back and his neck. They were carefully arranged around his back. The manners and mannerisms he displayed were those of a gentleman. He had quiet, polite, and upright mannerisms, all of which emanated from his inner being. He was a man who was well-ordered and well-dressed. He also brought his hair up neatly on top of his head, in a manner that was indeed clean and tidy. As far as the top of the hair is concerned, I would describe it as curly in the front and tousled in the back. This gave the hair at the back a very messy look. There was a slight squint in his eyes as he studied the face in front of him. My eyes were caught by the man as he tried to conceal his laughter, and as he tried to conceal his laugh, I turned my gaze towards him. There was nothing unusual about him other than he had a pretty face, brown eyes, chestnut colored hair, and a kind smile. These are the attributes you would associate with the typical Boy Next Door. There must have been a lot of people staring at me for five minutes before I realized that the whole time it had been only five seconds. However, it felt like I had been staring at them for that long... There was something irksome about his comment. He had served me a couple of times before, and I was quite familiar with him. Does he really pay attention to my name for the first time? Can this really be the first time? He smiled politely at me and responded, “It’s cute,” as he smiled politely at me. I stared at his teeth, feeling a stab go through my heart. It goes without saying that he had perfect teeth, of course. The straightness of the hair is flawless, and the color is gorgeous. Why would I have thought these two were on a whole different level than me? I couldn’t look even a fraction as flawless as them even if I spent five hours getting ready every day. Can I give you something to drink to get you started?” The question was posed to me. It then occurred to me that I may sound as depressed as I feel, so I asked. My morale was boosted tremendously every single moment I spent with them. In fact, every moment that I spent in front of them, my morale was being boosted. When the woman was standing at the bar for a long time talking to the bartender about what she was interested in drinking, she kept waiting until she was done with the conversation, however, after she grabbed the drink menu from the bar, she suddenly said, “I’ll have a shot of Lagavulin for you, Ella,” without even looking at the drink menu at all. A half-smile spread across my face as I replied emphatically to the question, “Absolutely. But I need to see a copy of your ID,” I answered emphatically, with an emphasis on the “Absolutely.” Immediately after meeting him, it was apparent to me that he was over 18 years of age. The fact that he was served alcohol was probably the first time that I had served him alcohol. Nevertheless, in this case, it was better to be safe than sorry rather than take the risk of getting into trouble. He looked troubled for a moment before something

dawned on him and he nodded to confirm that he should know who I was. “What? You don’t know who I am?” he asked. The manner in which he said it upset me very much. There was something very disturbing about the way in which he expressed this to me. I was bothered by the way he said it. It was more than just the way he spoke that made me furious. Was he a celebrity? There was a strong impression that he was a potential actor or maybe a musician, as it appeared as if he looked like an actor or musician. There is a strong likelihood that he isn’t, but it cannot be determined if that is true until someone like me knows for certain. I am guessing that his father probably made planes for a living and that he was the son of an aircraft manufacturer who made planes for a living. As far as I was concerned, I didn’t give a damn about who he was. “Your ID,” I repeated. There was stitching along the lower left-hand cover of the guy’s black leather wallet that was branded with the word Hermes, which

was hidden under the leather cover. As he was delivering his speech, he held out his hand to the audience and introduced himself to them. It took me a while to control myself from glancing at the identification card that he was holding as I pulled it from him. In the meantime, I could stop myself from checking the name on it before I took the card from him. Luke Connor. Really? There was a thought in my head. Luke? Was that a very unusual name for someone of that age? As far as I could tell, it did not ring a bell either, so it is probably not true that he was famous. It was with my lips pursed that I studied his birth date with my eyes closed and scanned them over in my mind with my eyes closed. As I handed the Valentine’s Day card back to him on February 14, 1990, he said, “I can’t believe you’re a Valentine’s Day baby?” Taking the ID out of his wallet, Luke tucked it back into his pocket and nodded. It wasn’t long before my lips twitched into a smile before I was able to stop myself from doing so. I’ve known that since the day I was born. Nevertheless, I have to admit, it’s kind of a bummer, isn’t it?” Then with a slight awkward laugh, he looked sage and gave a sage-like expression, and responded, “No, never.” He didn’t blink when he answered. Figures. Upon your request, the bartender will bring you a bottle of ice water as well as assist you in any way with your requests. He would love to be able to help you in any way he can. Upon asking if he would bring me anything, he replied that he would not bring me anything. Luke cut in. “You’ll be able to enjoy a shot of whiskey with him for sure.” He continued. “Give her your driver’s license.” A disapproving look crossed Luke’s face as he shook his head, telling his friend that he would stick with water for now. Please do whatever you can to help make my best friend feel better during this momentous time. I ask you to do exactly that as it is your duty to make your best friend feel better during this critical time. My first thought was, “She has to have your ID,” but I decided that it would be wise not to get a clue as to what type of crisis this 20-year-old, most likely filthy rich girl was suffering through. It probably wouldn’t take me more than a moment to set myself on fire if I heard anything along the lines of me being unable to afford three Mustangs. Therefore, I would probably set myself on fire. I hate to think that this guy would enjoy those kinds of crises. However, in this case, it did seem like a crisis to me, since he almost resembled the kind of person who would enjoy that type of crisis. This isn’t really a crisis situation at all, Luk. There’s nothing really alarming about it. It was not a crisis at all.” Aha! That’s what I think it probably was. I live in a world where tragedy has struck in my lifetime. “Dyl,

we are preventing this lovely girl from doing her job.” Just give her your I.D. and don’t worry about me taking more than a few photos of you. You do not need to worry about me taking a lot of photos eof you. As he looked back, he hesitated for a moment before he pulled a wallet from his pocket. This wallet looked like it was a sleeve of a wallet. The man said with a smile on his face, “I know you’re a lightweight, but I’ll keep an eye on you.” You have made me aware that you are a pain in my a$$. Thank you for letting me know that you have upset me. Please accept my apologies for causing me to be annoyed by you. A continuation of the discussion occurred as Luke proceeded to sip a shot of Lagavulin with a great deal of pride in himself throughout the whole discussion. As he continued to drink the shot throughout the entire conversation, as he continued to show his sense of smugness as he continued to drink the shot throughout the entire conversation, and so forth, it became evident to him that he was feeling smug throughout the entire conversation. Throughout the conversation, Luke further expressed his sense of smugness by sprinkling a shot of Lagavulin over his cheeks in order to convey his sense of smugness. He also expressed his sense of smugness throughout the conversation by sprinkling a shot of Lagavulin over his cheeks during the time of the conversation. I headed over to the bar after checking his friend’s ID. He was known by the name Dylan, which I thought was an appropriate one for him. I ordered his friend’s drink at the bar on behalf of Trav after checking his ID. The moment my gaze returned to their table, I caught their attention. I immediately turned to Luke and smiled right back at him. After he had been watching me for a while, I believe that that was the first time that he had seen what I had done. Although I thought the other person would be looking away from me at this point due to his embarrassment, the person I was talking to with this great expression on his face just kept staring at me with a warm look on his face. Despite his embarrassment that he had been caught, his look had a joyful feeling to it. I turned away first since I felt awkward in front of the others. My vision of the Star Spangled Moron was astonished when I turned away from table seven only to be confronted by the Moron waving back at me as I turned around.