His Mermaid

Meeting him again

Well, isn't this such a great way to start my day? Seeing hunky men on my side of the shack would have been the highlight of my day. But this is not the hunk I was looking forward to. I was looking at the guy I saw last night on the beach.

Oh, crap! I just remembered that mom saw a drawing of him last night. s**t! s**t! I need to dispose of them immediately. When I was about to ask for their orders, the guy beside him started to speak.

"Hey! You're the daughter of the lady who owns the place, aren't you?"

My brows furrowed but I nodded nonetheless.

"Do I know you?" I ask him.

His expression changed from someone who is trying to flirt with a girl to someone who just realized something. I just smiled at his goofy expression. The older guy who was with them caught my attention next by clearing his throat.

"Please, excuse my son. You probably haven't met him in person because you were unconscious when he found you and your father."

Realization dawned on me. He's Noah. The guy mom was talking about. I snapped my fingers and pointed at him. 

"You're Noah! Mom told me about you when I woke up the other day. Thank you for helping us out that day. If you didn't, we would have bled out to death. I think mom said that this would be on the house if ever you came here. So, what will your orders be?"

I happily told them. Mom wasn't wrong when she said that Noah was a looker, but I can't help but compare him to the guy beside him that has been looking, scratch that, staring at me the whole time. My sketch doesn't do his beauty justice.

Oh, well. I focused on the father and son and waited for their orders. Once I had all of their orders, I went to the kitchen and told my mom about Noah. She looked at me and wiggled her eyebrows.

"What did I tell you? It was worth the wait to see him for yourself, right?"

She's not acting as a mother should. She is more acting like my older sister than my mother.

"Mom, act like my mother. And I know, he's handsome. I wanna know what he looks like without the shirt though."

Mom just chuckled because she knows the feeling as well. That's the reason why she is screaming at me all the time. Even while I was waiting tables at the shack.

Their order was done in no time. I placed them on a tray and went back outside to give them their food.

"Here you are. Hope you enjoy the food!"

I was about to leave when the other guy grabbed my hand and made me stop. I looked back at him and glared at his hands.

"Can you let go of my arm? I still have tables that need cleaning."

I fake-smiled at him and went to take my arm back when his grip suddenly tightened. Not again. I hate it when people do that. Especially him. I can already tell that he is going to keep me on my toes all the time.

"What do you want?"

I asked through gritted teeth. He just looked at me. Noah looked back and forth between us like we were playing air ping-pong with our eyes. We were just staring at each other the whole time he was gripping my hand.

I tried to take my hand from his but he still held on. I saw Noah try to move his mouth and say something but the guy held up his hand to stop him before he could say anything.

"Your name."

I tilted my head to the side.

"Excuse me?" I said.

"You asked me what I wanted. I want your name." He said with a straight face. As if I'll tell you what it is.

"I'm sorry. You can't have my name. It is mine, after all. You already have yours, why do you want mine?" I asked with an innocent face on.

Noah chuckled on the sidelines but was silenced by the older guy. Noah stopped chuckling but is still snickering behind the guys' backs.

The guy just ignored him and kept staring at me, waiting to hear me say my name. This is tiring and embarrassing at the same time. What made things worse was the fact that my mom decided to show up.

"Hey, guys! Glad you could make it here. Oh, you brought others. Who are they, Noah?"

Noah cleared her throat but the guy holding my hand is still ignoring him. I looked at him, pleading, but he shrugged his shoulders.

"This is my father, Jacob. He works for the Montreal's as their steward and official guardian of that guy. He's Andrew Montreal."

Oh, God. I just hope mom doesn't stare too much at him. So his name is Andrew. Suits him and his chocolate locks paired with stormy gray eyes. I would be drooling right now if I wasn't in this situation.

I heard mom gasp when she saw him. She must have remembered my sketch last night.

"What are you doing to my daughter, young man? Let her go at once. I don't tolerate this foolishness inside the shack."

Finally, Andrew took his eyes off of me and looked at my mom then looked back at me. He did this several times before saying,

"You don't look alike. Is she adopted?"

Well, he's not wrong. Mom just furrowed her eyes, confused, about what he just said. Nevertheless, she answered proudly.

"Yes, she is adopted but it doesn't make her anything less than my daughter so, please let her go. What did she do to offend you?"

Noah stepped in before the situation gets out of hand.

"You see, Mrs. Sinclair. Andrew um, asked for your daughter's name, but when she didn't tell him, you came and the rest is history."

Mom nodded as if finally understanding the situation.

"Her name is Serena. Kindly let go of her hand. Your grip is going to give her a bruise. She just got out of the hospital, for Christ's sake."

I huffed in annoyance but was thankful when he let go of my hand. I left them without a word but I swear I could feel his gaze piercing through the back of my head. Silently analyzing me from within.

Does he remember me?