The woman of his heart

It is Saturday morning, and I just moved to my small apartment after aging out of the orphanage. My name is Mia; I'm eighteen years old, and I just aged out of the orphanage. I wipe the sweat off my forehead as I'm unloading my kind of stuff. As I'm working, my eyes drift to the TV, where a handsome face catches my attention. He has a bright smile,piercing blue eyes, and brown hair. I can't help but keep wondering who this handsome and cute man is. But I don't think I even have the right to have a crush on him; we are not on the same level—heisrich, while I'm poor. I shake off the distraction and focus on setting up my new, tiny room. I don't have much to set up anyway. I need rest, and my small bed beckons me to take a break. I lie down, covering my face with my right hand, and I start thinking about how I'm going to live. I don't have a job at the moment, and I don't have any money either. I don't have anybody; I don't have friends or family; I'm all alone. I am still thinking when I suddenly doze off. The buzzing of my phone wakes me up, and I groggily reach for it. "Hello?" The voice on the other end introduces himself as a restaurant owner who owns the restaurant I went to looking for a job last week. The conversation is brief, but it's good news: I got the job, and I can start tomorrow. As I hang up, I scream in joy at the top of my voice while jumping on the bed. I'm really happy. One of my problems has been sorted out. The next morning, I woke up early and dressed in my best outfit, a red, long, dazzling gown. I step out and head to the restaurant. I can't help but keep smiling, and that makes people look at me strangely, but I don't care; I'm the happiest human on earth today. Upon arrival, I smooth out my gown and take a deep breath, feeling a bit nervous. "Good morning," I say as I enter. "Good morning, how may I help you?" one of the workers asks. I explain I'm here for my first day, and she leads me to the boss's office. Inside, I greet him, and we have a brief conversation. I guess he doesn't talk too much, but I'm okay with that. After all, I'm here to work, not to talk. I exit his office and start work immediately. Outside, I meet the worker, who is now my colleague. "Hi, my name is Zara. Nice to meet you," she introduces herself. "My name is Mia. Nice to meet you too." Not long after I started work, a guy walked in, and the atmosphere changed. People are focusing on him. I did not get to see his face properly, so I don't get why people keep looking at him. I lean over to Zara and whisper, "Who is that?" She replies in a hushed tone, "That's Ruben Styles, the billionaire heartthrob." I try to take a look, and what I'm seeing makes my jaw drop and shocks me more than the people that have been glaring at him for a while. It's the guy I saw on TV the other day, my crush! He is even more captivating in person; he dresses in a neat, tailored suit, which accentuates his physique, and those piercing eyes seem to command attention. Zara says he is a regular customer here. After a while, things get back to normal, and people are not looking at him that much anymore. He sits down at one edge, and everything is going smoothly until I am asked to go serve him a wine. I don't know what to do; I'm too shy to go serve him, and I'm scared I will make a mistake out of nervousness. I have no choice, so I take the wine and go in his direction. I keep praying he does not look at me, because if he does, I'm scared I will lose control. When I get to his table, I pour the wine into a cup. I want to put down the wine, and he stretches out his hand to collect it from me. I can't help but get a shake, and I mistakenly pour the wine on him. I quickly try to wipe it off him, and he says in a cool tone, "It's fine"; his voice makes my heart beat. I get lost for a few seconds, and I can't even apologize properly. I'm too stunned, so a word can't come out of my mouth. I was still standing there, not knowing what to do.Thankfully, Zara was passing by at that moment; she apologized on my behalf and took me out of the scene. Ruben left quietly without even complaining to my boss about what I did. After a while, I get back to my senses and feel bad for not apologizing earlier. I just hope he comes back so I can apologize properly. I can't help but keep thinking about the incident. I'm just glad my boss did not know about it.What would have happened? This is my first day at work. I'm still lost in thought when I feel a tap on my shoulder; it's Zara, my colleague who bailed me out earlier. She told me not to feel bad and that she could understand how I felt and what made me make the mistake. I asked her for some advice on what to do when I see him again, and she gave me some advice and also told me some things about Ruben. She says, "Don't be scared or nervous when you see him the next time.He is a gentle soul, and he doesn't hold grudges.He may be a successful billionaire, but he is a very kind human being, and he has been coming to this bar for the past five years, and I know a bit about him." After hearing that, I got a little better and focused on working. As I was working, Zara's words gave me great comfort, and I finished my shift smoothly. I'm about to leave when my colleague tells me the boss wants to see me in his office. As I enter, he asks me to sit down on the chair across from him. "I have some news," he says with a serious expression. "RubenStyles has requested that you be assigned to serve him personally whenever he comes.""Me?Why?" I ask, with my eyes widened in surprise. Is this good or bad? Should I just quit working already?