Natasha Fierce

Chapter6- The Diner

The week went by slowly I wasn't very good at waitressing at first but I slowly got the hand of it. The worst part was the creeps that hit on me which I of course ignored I have no interest in that right now, there's too much to think of right now with everything going on in my life why make things more complicated. There was this one guy that came in always sat in my section, his name was Sam, and he wasn't like the creeps he was always kind and asked me out once I just told him I wasn't into dating right now, felt kind of bad letting him down he seemed really sweet and always tipped really good but that could be because he had a crush on me.

They really were short staffed here because I worked six am to six pm nearly every day because they were hurting for people so much, plus it was good to actually have money and not have to fight for it. Truth be told though I missed the fights some nights I would sneak out after dark just to get a fight in last week I fought against a vampire slayer and nearly lost just barely saved it at the last second.

"Hey Natasha, are you sure I can't interest you in dinner." said Sam from behind me. The sound of his voice startled me from my thoughts, causing me to drop a dish and break it on the floor. "Sorry Natasha I didn't mean to scare you." Sam said apologetically. "It's fine it's my fault I was distracted." I said. "Yeah, you seem a little distracted, you know what would help with that?" Sam asked ever so sweetly. "What would that be?" I asked while still picking up the pieces of broken plate off the floor. "It would help if you would let me take you to dinner, it would be a great distraction to get your mind off of whatever is on your mind." Sam said certainly.

"Sam look..." I started to say but was interrupted. "Look one date and if you hate it, I'll never ask you again, please Natasha?" Sam asked looking up at me with puppy dog eyes. I sighed he wasn't going to give up and he seemed nice enough but I would have to go out with him and tell him I hated it in order to get him off my back. "Ok, fine one date and that's it I'm not making any promises." I said sighing. "Great I'll pick you up at 6:30 pm." Sam said grinning from ear to ear.

The date was good, really good. Talking with Sam felt comfortable somehow even though I barely knew him he somehow had this way of making you feel completely at ease and comfortable around him. I didn't want to do this date to begin with for obvious reasons, Sam was well normal and human and I just wasn't and now after the date I had these crazy ideas and thoughts in my head that maybe just maybe I could be happy with him and have some kind of normal life with him which is crazy because I shouldn't even stay here much longer or run the risk of people finding me.

Somehow, I ended up agreeing to go on a second date with Sam, he was so convincing and charming. I truly was doomed. I couldn't seem to say no to this man. So we had a second date scheduled for next week, and I was hoping to find an excuse, any excuse really not to go. I mean no good could possibly come of this relationship. We lived in two different worlds. I used to live in bliss and ignorance like him, not knowing about the world of the supernatural, but that was a long time ago and there was no going back now. I couldn't pretend to not know about the things I know now.

The week went by in a blur with all the long hours at the diner. I had absolutely no time to fight at night if I intended on getting any sleep. I worked from six am to six pm all week and was exhausted. By the time it came around for our second date, I had just made up an excuse saying i worked double shifts all week and was too exhausted and had to cancel, that I would have to take a rain check for another time. Hopefully, he would take the hint and move on. I didn't need any more complications in my life and the romance with Sam was definitely a complication.

It wasn't really an excuse. After all, I was exhausted and fully planned on going right to sleep up until I heard a faint knock at the door. Who the hell could that be at eight o'clock at night? I was in for a big surprise when i opened the door and found Sam standing there waiting for me. " Sam, what are you doing here? And how did you know where I live?" I asked in complete shock to find Sam standing at my front door.

"Look, Natasha, I really like you a lot and I get the feeling that you are afraid of being in a relationship and maybe that's the reason you canceled. You seemed to be really withdrawn at first during our date but you were really starting to open up towards the end and have fun. Look, I got your address from Donna and I just wanted you to reconsider going on another date with me please, I really like you, Natasha," Sam said.

"Sam, Look.." I started to say. "Don't make any decisions. Just sleep on it. You have my number, you know how to get a hold of me so when you make a decision let me know I just hope you make the right decision,", Sam said, before walking away. I was at a loss. I mean he wasn't wrong, but what do I do? My head was spinning. I didn't know what to do anymore but I knew one thing it was eight o'clock and I needed sleep, maybe some sleep would help clear my mind and help me figure out what I'm suppose to do.

In the morning nothing was better my head was still spinning I still had no clue what to do God how could I let this happen I never should have let myself develop feelings for Sam. Now everything was so complicated and I still had to go to work. I quickly got dressed and ready for work and ran out the door, careful not to be late, as Donna really hated it when people were late for work.

Work was hell I found myself hoping all day that Sam would come in to eat just so I could catch a glimse of him and his dark brown eyes and messy black hair. He was all I could think about which was insane because I had only had one date with him for christ sake, I mean come on. If I broke anymore plates today from being so distracted I was afraid I was going to get fired.