strangers to lovers

CHAPTER-TWO:

For a restaurant to be built in the city of Lucerne, Switzerland, construction crews and the mayor agreed on a unique layout. Our construction will begin within a month once we agree on the cost. I was soon greeted by another pair of nervous eyes. My assistant looked less anxious than I was. The dining room was designed with my father's approval. It occurred to me that Luke is supposed to oversee the project for your father. It is likely that he will reprimand us for our actions whenever we speak to him. I sit there and observe the diner in Lucerne. Despite being seated there and very uncomfortable in my seat, it seems they are still discussing it. What are the chances of them changing their minds?

What's wrong with me today? Ella hadn't called me the last time I checked my phone, despite my frequent checking. Is there a reason why she hasn't contacted me sooner? Can you give me some insight? Although I tried to reach an agreement with her the following evening, she didn't get back to me. When I visited the diner a few times in the past few days, she hadn't yet returned. Regardless of what I say, he will decide. My friend greeted me upon returning home after the meeting. Did the conference go well? If so, please let me know. Nothing else could describe my feelings except boredom. I was shocked to see my friend and then note that he had followed me into the building. All I needed to know was if you were here for some specific reason and if so, why. Despite the fact that my friend was there, I avoided seeing him. Why? Why cannot you barricade yourself inside your room? What makes you think you can't have the keys?

I'd suggest changing the locks. My smartest move was to throw it away. Why do you seem like you've just been dumped? Can you tell me what's going on with being dumped? Dylan appeared from the kitchen to speak to me in the dining room as I sat on the bar stool. It caught my attention that he held a magazine that he had obtained from an unknown source in his hand. I tried to prove my point by looking at him in an irritated manner from my balcony window. This was to let him understand what I was trying to say. He dislikes nosiness. Having not heard from her, Ella thought it strange. "I didn't think she had called," she said. "What was so bothersome about that girl from the diner?" "Well, I must admit that it was strange that she didn't call me." The magazine diverted my attention, so I threw it away. What is your date's reason for abandoning you? The magazine Dylan had was something he had picked up from the kitchen. I was sitting on the bar stool in the dining room when Dylan spoke from the kitchen. As I walked to the balcony, I stared at the window. She had not called." "Who?" "Whoa," "Are you obsessed with her?" As he continued reading the magazine, he commented, "I noticed your note was odd." I agree. I was surprised too. After taking a deep breath, I pulled out my phone and plopped down on my sofa. "Don't worry about me," he assured me. There was nothing different about me, of course. I was intoxicated. Her knowledge of that was complete. He shrugged. Could it be that she didn't appreciate your terrible tip? I blink constantly. Despite writing her a note, I could not recall giving her a tip...or was she mad because I didn't leave one? It's possible that I left her a terrible tip and didn't realize it until it was too late. It took over an hour and a half to get food! While she wasn't the worst server, she wasn't the most reliable either. My professional or personal disappointment. At some point, I became angry with her decision to run the entire diner on her own. She didn't take me to the bathroom to avoid getting sick while people were enjoying themselves. The diner deserves more despite Dylan's tip, and I would have responded the same way if I were in her position. She mentioned she needed money. She refused my money despite my offer? What else could be going on? I called the diner due to my concern about her job. I did not want her to lose her job due to a single p*****t. I cannot understand how anyone could claim her actions were unacceptable. At the last minute, I was about to strike him when he held her backside tightly with his hand. My memory helped me remember who I am and what people expect of me. The outcome would have been far worse if I had hit him than it would have been if she had. While in retrospect it might not have been the best idea to let her hit him, at the time my drunken state allowed me to enjoy watching her delicate fists strike a severe blow to his degenerate rib cage... well, considering her size, she packed quite a punch. My character doesn't allow me to wait for the phone call when she storms out of the diner and dials 9-1-1; I didn't want to wait. Dylan asked, "Do you think you're going too far?". As far as I am concerned, I cannot control the situation. Do you know about the happy face killer? If you do not, you should read about him. I would like to state for the record that anyone who looks like me would never be considered a stalker. It took the man answering the phone five seconds to change his mind about calling Hickory Hollow's Diner. In spite of the fact that I was calling on behalf of an acquaintance, the man at the company said they were not permitted to divulge personal information. He then changed his mind after hearing about my connection. I was told by the people I spoke with that she was already employed. Therefore, they could easily offer her the other job she already held. Additionally, she was suspended for a month from working at the diner. After just speaking with them, I received all of this information; however, even though I needed it, a month-long suspension seemed excessive to me. "How can she work two jobs simultaneously?" When I reached into my closet to find something to wear, it felt right to dress up - for whatever reason, I felt it was the right thing to do to put on something presentable. Nowadays, to earn the minimum wage, it takes two jobs. I closed the magazine and placed it back on the table. Do you know what you will do if you fall in love? "That is unlikely at all to happen - I don't think it has a chance. I replied right away. I explained the reasons in a straightforward way. The following are vital points to note. A) Her lifestyle differs from mine, and therefore is inconsistent with mine. (B) This could be counterproductive. I had decided to remain single until my marriage day. I have never loved anyone in the past 25 years. Therefore, how likely is this arrangement to lead to such a relationship? In the event that all the factors are taken into consideration, there would be no problems for me. I would be able to leave her at the end of the contract and never reconnected with her. There's a chance that we'll meet up someday and laugh about all of this. A few seconds later, Dylan stared at me with lips pressed together in a straight line. I have never known why he was so concerned about me. He had the same situation: every girl he encountered wanted my money or she wanted to sleep with someone with lots of money because she thought I had lots of money. Finding somebody who seemed sincere was almost impossible. A long pause followed, and finally he said, "I'm fine with that. Everything must be fine for you, so let's get to work." Are you coming?My nerves suddenly spiked as I thought that this might be my only chance, so I asked. She sighed in relief, taking a deep breath, and shook her head in response to my proposal, her pink lips parted slowly as she contemplated what this meant. Could this contract be so lucrative? She was in a state of fear as she contemplated my proposal. Levi took out a bottle of Blue Moon and handed it to me. "I totally forgot," he admitted. Though I attempted to scare him, he pretended to gag as I walked away. I chanted tips after tips after tips in my head as he joked, "Maybe you can forgive me with a kiss." "He's been watching you, Sir." As his eyes flickered across me, my skin crawled. Ew, just ew. Are there any other needs?" I asked. A second guy whispered something I didn't want to hear. The silence was taken as a no when I flashed them a quick smile. It's like a Ninja approach, Levi said, pulling on his necktie, as the busboys on shift weren't around to wipe them down. Do you know why he was always telling me things? It's been fifteen minutes since they got dirty." My tone became annoyed as I said, "I'm way ahead of you." My actions likely confused him. "Ella," I said. I had to grit my teeth as guests arrived. Michelangelo is my enemy. Despite playing waitress, busgirl, hostess, bartender, and several other jobs, I survived. It was awful. How much did I make? That wasn't terrible. It was a pleasure to greet the new guests among gorgeous women wearing silky red cocktail dresses, even though Levi wasn't familiar with my name. My night was filled with creepy old businessmen, but the money was worth it to me. When I got him another beer, the keys had obviously been removed from table number 4, but I forgot about it on the day of the meeting. Levi was preparing to harry me for it. In the past, Luke, the tribe leader, had seen me running about like a chicken shaved off. When I returned, the table had been empty when he delivered their shots of whiskey. He kept delivering whiskey throughout the evening, even though I had been running like a chicken with my head cut off. Upon noticing what I had done, I apologized immediately, and I prayed to prevent someone from yelling at me again. Good tip. The smile on Dylan's face made me feel better. I asked him, "Don't worry.". "You're probably ready to order.". "It's quite likely that you are. It's been more than five years since I last visited. I apologize for my absence." Luke glanced at his watch and told me I had been absent for fifteen minutes, regardless of my hyperboles. Is this how long you usually make your customers wait for food orders?" I opened my mouth to reply, but I was a bit too caught off guard by his curt words to think of anything. As I said, "Sorry?" this was the last thing I could think of to say. According to statistics, the average amount of time a customer spends at a restaurant is about one hour and twenty minutes. When you arrive, you will be able to order drinks and food, and within five minutes, you will be able to order your food. He explained to me in a very matter-of-fact and elegant way that this allows us to prepare the food within 20 minutes and then consume it within 30 minutes", he said, speaking in a straightforward and elegant manner. Our food has not been served to us yet despite the fact we are over 30 minutes into our visit. Since it is the time of the visit, I believe you should already be receiving food." There was a slight shift in Dylan's weight in his seat as he shifted his weight. As I gawked at Luke, I couldn't contain my amazement. The service I received today was unnecessary. I apologize for the inconvenience." "Okay, thanks." When you feel that you have been poorly served, it is never a bad thing to say 'Sorry'. Keep calm, Ella. Despite what I said, I apologized. I wonder what the owner would think about this place being run by employees. This is not appropriate for you, I am sure. What is the average amount of money you make performing such acts?" When I abruptly snapped at Luke, my hands started shaking. "Listen, I apologize for any offence I have caused you in the past few days if you feel like being rude about this is really necessary. "What?" he jerked back in shock." Please accept my apologies for failing to bring your table. I apologize for that. You realized just a matter of minutes that I couldn't keep up with his jokes despite the fact I didn't make enough money to pay for them. I disagree with your response, but that shouldn't have happened. I replied, "You didn't need to flag me down, or anyone else for that matter." I was a bit nervous about making you think I was a stranger if I said this to you. My apologies. I cannot guarantee that you will receive better service from me since there has to be some significance attached to making fun of someone's work. If you'd like a new server, let me know and I'll send someone over to help. Despite my enthusiasm, I cannot guarantee that I will provide you with better service. I may have already been assigned to take care of her tables. Because of this, I can't guarantee you'll get better service from me. His frown spread across his face as he thought about what was to come. He realized he had accidentally logged you out. My eyes flickered, my mind racing. "Oh." "Then I know you're not scolded." This information should be shared with your boss if you want to discuss it with him. Dylan groaned in disbelief as he said, "I'm disappointed to hear that I won't be expecting such high standards here." Luke suppressed a chuckle when Dylan's statement was made, followed by a gasp. As I read Luke's response to my question, I assumed that I meant your group of so-called coworkers who, from a distance, seemed more interested in chatting in the back room than engaging with the guests. It surprised me how much you made in this instance. Their faces were confusing as they asked me, "What did you earn?" In response to my question, "What did you earn during the last year?", they looked at me with a look of confusion. I asked them, "How much did you make?" Their response was that they made no money. I asked, "What kind of money did you make?" My question was met with confusion on their faces. When I asked, "How much did you earn last year?", their eyes filled with confusion and they asked, "How much did you earn?" The expression on their faces was one of confusion when I asked, "What did you earn?" You replied, "I earn a lot of money." Perhaps he wasn't trying to be a jerk at all, but simply wanted to be one after I responded. My understanding of him is that he is making his knowledge available to others. I hope it does not seem like a problem for you, but I don't think it was a clever idea of mine to snap. He pointed out that Lukedoesn't seem offended by his words, so you must excuse him. If he asks for forgiveness, he usually has good intentions. Having snapped at you and yelled at you, I apologize for offending you. "I'm always concerned about the comfort of people in this area." Luke replied. Do you earn enough to take care of them? He was, however, curious about your earnings in this field versus your other work. "What?" Luke asked after Dylan shook his side. 'Okay, let us give you what we need,' he replied, passing the order to him. As he nibbled on the herb-encrusted pork chops with asparagus, Luke rubbed his side, asking, "Give me some of everything." After Dylan presented the menus to me, I nodded in agreement and made a mental note for the future. "I'll have the ginger-glazed Mahi Mahi with ginger glaze for dinner." He looked at the waiter again and asked, "What do you think?"." "I like that." he replied. It has always been believed that the rich have strange personalities, especially in the past. I will give you a second chance, I think you have a fighting chance. Upon passing the first hour after it had passed, there was no significant activity during the next hour. My thoughts wandered toward the reaction of the businessmen at table seven if Luke used their average consumption time as a measure for the average consumption time of the rest of the table. Luke probably wasn't well enough to talk, but the fact that they had been here for over two hours didn't seem to matter because they were still sitting there. In fact, he was far beyond the point of being tipsy, and was well on his way to being drunk. I thought he would also need some time to rest. Even though he had replaced wine with beer, he still enjoyed the taste of wine. As I was about to clean the counters, my inner eye caught someone waving. The smile on someone's face caught my attention just as I was about to begin cleaning the countertops. As I slumped down at table seven, I could not speak due to the pain in my legs and back. In joking, teasing tone, I said, "We will be ready." I thought it was clear. It was a slurred voice that said, "Along with taxis, of course." The harder I tried not to make a face, the harder it became for me not to laugh at the genie's plea to bring him home. The more he laughed mischievously, the more I became tempted to laugh. In order to ring out Star Spangled Moron, he placed his credit card on the register. I asked her if we should write separate checks. It didn't sit right with me about the final amount. My friend told me to put it on his credit card, so I did that, and he paid me. It wasn't enough for me to work two weekends as a waitress. What would he like on his card? Can you suggest anything? When I turned around to return to the table, I grabbed my arm with my left hand. After realizing that Luke was the only one there, I relaxed a little bit. He suddenly cried out, "I have to pee." I pointed to the far left corner of the restaurant. The Star Spangled Moron almost knocked me over on his way to the restroom when he used me as a support while going into the restroom, saying something about marriage just before he left. Dylan shrugged his shoulders while looking at me. You should make sure the Star Spangled Moron keeps the receipt as soon as the notebook is returned to him, preferably right away. Though I wanted to check the tip amount he had given, I managed to slip it into my pocket. A heavy grasp gripped my shoulder as I turned to walk away. Please accept my sincere thanks for taking your time and attention, and have a safe trip home. As soon as I read that you were coming home with me, the spangled tie on your body immediately made me sick. Despite the strength of his grip, I was able to duck under it. "I know you like me," he said. "I watched you all night." As he placed his other hand in my hair and held my other hand in my hair, I felt the weight of his breath on my neck. I decided that it was time to check the other tables as well. As a waitress, I had to deal with creepy customers and a lot of responsibility. It's just a fact of life to work in customer service. Even though I was angry, I handled the situation well. My familiarity with the process allowed me to follow it without any difficulty. As I do not know who these people are and how influential they might be, I would be enraged as well if he were to get enraged. The outcome would have been much less desired had I responded flippantly towards Luke. For a while, I couldn't fully concentrate on the present because I was preoccupied with preventing this from happening again. After I exhaled through my nose as I took a deep breath, I thought, "I'm extremely busy at the moment, so I cannot reply to your inquiry." "Why are you interested?" As soon as I heard these words, I felt their presence. A huge hand grabbed me in the ass. As my blood raced, I felt nausea wash over me. I didn't know what to do in this situation. There was s****l harassment going on at work. I had no idea what to do next. In addition to avoiding creating a scene, I also wanted to avoid making a mistake. The consequences could cause me to lose my job if they happen, and if events proceed according to plan. Would you mind informing me about my situation? What about calling the police? I was desperately trying to protect myself from him while I was being touched by him, and I was desperately trying to protect myself from them while I was being touched by him, when someone yelled, "Hit him!". Despite not having even thought about it, I punched the p*****t without hesitation. Once he let go of me, I pushed myself into a hard body so I could run as fast as possible. After a moment, I felt a hand grasp my shoulder and steady us both as the other held onto me. We wobbled together, gripping each other from behind, as we grabbed each other's shoulders. When I turned my head, Luke stood before me. Oh, okay. As a result, I was not considerate when I addressed you. "I'm sorry, but I cannot afford this place." "Are you able to afford it?" "Could you clarify what your question is?" "What do you mean?" Luke asked. In a flash, Dylan elbowed Luke in the side. "What do I mean?"We've kept you waiting for quite some time, so we don't need him to buy you a drink. Would it be okay if we provided our orders to you? "Yes, indeed!" He rubbed his side as he spoke, smiling, saying, "I am sorry for my mistake." I'm looking forward to the pork chops with herb crunch, as well as the asparagus salad. If you don't mind, another shot of Lagavulin would be good too. As Dylan took the menus off the table, he offered me ginger-glazed Mahi-Mahi and water. A person with a weird personality was common among wealthy people. It took another hour for the next hour to pass. He added, "I'll eat it as well." He added, "Let's see how many bottles they knock back." He wondered what Luke thought of the businessmen who were getting drunker with each passing minute.