Hidden in Plain Sight

I’ve never been a morning person. On that note, my job starts at three in the morning and the faint ringing I hear from my deep slumber would be my alarm. I roll out of bed with a growl and slug off to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I put on my work shirt and check my outfit in the mirror. The redshirt was trash it hugged my shoulders wrong because they were too wide for women's shirts and was baggy at the bottom. I paired it with a pair of blue skinny jeans that fit my hips nicely and made my butt look fantastic. I was only five foot three and a smaller athletic build with thick light brown hair and blue eyes. I wasn't gorgeous by any means but I also didn't try very hard to be either. When I get to work I grumble a few choice words under my breath because Becca is here and way too bubbly for three in the morning. Like always. After internally rolling my eyes at her I grab my apron from the rack and wash my hands. While making pizza dough for my shift the door dings. A tall dark-haired man standing at the counter was staring at me rather impatiently. Jumping to step up to the counter I managed to stumble over every word that came out of my mouth. “Oh um ya sorry how can I um help you?” internal facepalm. That was just sad. He seemed to ignore my ignorant rambling. “Can I get a medium pepperoni pizza?” he asked razing an eyebrow at me. My cheeks flushed as I typed in his order feeling a little embarrassed from my lack of brain function earlier. “Can I get a name for the order, please?” “Tyler” “Tyler” I mumbled as I typed it in the computer. “That should be done in 10-15 minutes,” I said with a smile. He mumbled a small thanks as he strode off to the fridge to grab a drink. I couldn't help but stare at this tall handsome stranger and just as my mind started to wander and my eyes started to undress... “EHHHUUMM” Bubbly Becca was there to remind me I had to make dreamboats’ pizza. With a sad sigh from my ruined daydream, I turned to the dough roller and started making the pizza. After pulling it out of the oven and put it in a box I called his name from the counter. I handed him his pizza, watched him pay for it, and disappeared out the door, forever. For the rest of the day, I daydreamed about Tyler busting through the door and sweeping me off my feet. Saving me from living the rest of my life in a pizza shop. But no such luck. At the end of my shift, I clocked out to Becca singing walking on sunshine. Then walked home still thinking about the hot guy from this morning. While I found him wildly attractive there was something about him that threw me off. Left me uncertain about him. He was tall around six foot and had well-styled dark brown hair. His eyes were almost an electric green color that seemed like they were hiding something. I couldn't help but think I was reading into it too much. I unlocked my door and let myself in. Just as I walked into the kitchen my stomach started to growl. Opening my fridge just made me realize I forgot to get groceries this week. I settled for microwave popcorn and a good movie. Around ten I decided to call it a night. I curled up in bed and drifted off to sleep.