"Shit, this is hot!" Ths scalding hot coffee spills on me, but I muffle my screams.
"Be careful, little girl. You're wasting coffee." I turned around to the cranky, old woman working beside me. She was taking orders on the cash register. I take a deep breathe and get back to work.
After I'm done making the drink, I go up to the counter to give Tarry the drink to serve to the customer.
"You ok," he asks me when I bring him the drink.
"Yeah. Cranky Linda is just getting on my nerves a little."
"Its ok. We close in a couple of minutes. Push to the finish line." He gives me and charming smile and his hand brushes against mine when he takes the coffee.
My hand tingles and I can feel my face going red as I walk back to my station. Cranky Linda gives me an eye roll, but I just ignore her.
Three frappuccinos, Two coffees, and one strawberry blast later, the cafe closes. Cranky Linda takes her ass home and Tarry and I work on cleaning up.
"Where are some of your other employees," I ask him. The only workers I saw today was him, Linda, and Barak, the chef.
"Flin and Patsy were off today. Their birthday was today. Their twins. Thy usual work with customers because their more social, compared to Linda.
Today wasn't bad, but I couldn't wait to go home and eat. You could hear my stomach growling for miles.
I hear Tarry laugh when he hears my stomach growl again.
"Want me to cook you up something really quick before you go," he asks.
"Oh, you don't have to. I don't live too far away. I don't want to cause you any trouble."
"No trouble at all. It'll be quick. Lets go to the kitchen." He throws the rag he was using over his shoulder and walks to the kitchen. I walk in after him and sit on top of the counter.
"Anything I need to know before making your meal? Any dislikes or allergies? Anything you want in particular." His back was to me as he dug through the fridge.
"Nope. I'm not picky, chef. Surprise me." He takes out a handful of items and set them down on the counter. He does fancy flips with his knives and winks at me, making me giggle.
Did the girl who carries around knives just giggle?
"How long have you been dating Alaric," he asks me as he starts chopping vegetables.
"What do you mean," I ask him.
"Isn't Alaric your boyfriend?" He gives me a confused look. I let out a laugh.
"No. We're just friends. He was just being dramatic at lunch."
"Could've fooled me. He was really giving me the chills with how overprotective he was," Tarry says laughing.
"Trust me. He's not always like that. Probably had a bad day. Anyways, how's your family?"
"There great. My little sister has been driving me crazy. She says she has a boyfriend and I've been trying to find out more about it."
"What?! She's only six!" I haven't even had my first boyfriend and I'm in my senior year of highschool. How are six year olds getting into relationships already?
"That's what I'm saying! My older sister keeps encouraging her, but I don't want her to get her first heartbreak at the age of six. She's growing up way too fast and she doesn't understand that I'm just trying to protect her."
"I'm sure everything will work out. Just remember not to be too harsh." Tarry comes over with two plates in his hand and sets one down on the counter next to me.
"When you said you'd make me something, I didn't expect a whole steak. I expected a PB and J sandwich," I tell him, laughing.
"Dig in. Tell me what you think." I take the knife and fork and slice the steak. I taste some of the garlic mash potatoes and green veggies.
"Holy shit," I moan out when I taste the food.
"You like it," he asks, a dimpled smile across his face.
"Do I like it? I love it!" I stuff my face with more. We eat and talk. When we're done, Tarry brings over strawberries and melted chocolate with some whipped cream.
"Your really spoiling me right now,' I tell him, topping my chocolate covered strawberry with whipped cream.
"Sorry. It's in my nature. My mom taught me how to be hospitable."
"Charming," I say, sarcastically. I can't help it.
"You have something here," Tarry says, pointing to the side of my lip. I try licking it off.
"Did I get it," I ask. He shakes his head. After I try and fail again, he just uses one of his fingers to wipe it off, his finger grazing the side of my lips.
I see him stare down at my lips and I do the same, looking at his. He doesn't make the move to kiss me, pulling his hand away.
"You have something right there," I say, motioning to his lips. He looks confused and starts wiping his face. I laugh at him.
"What's so funny?" I dip a finger in the melted chocolate and wipe it across his lips. He looks at me shocked, but he doesn't get time to say anything because I place my lips onto his.
It takes him a second to respond back, but he places his arms around my waist. I sit on the counter, while he stands in front of me, my legs on either side of him.
His lips taste like chocolate and there so soft. I pull him closer to me by his shirt and he deepens the kiss. I take him by surprise when I pull his head back by his hair and attached my lips to his neck. He breathes out a moan and groans.
My phone vibrates on the table. We pull away from each other, catching our breath. The message came from my dad, asking me where I was.
I forgot we had to go on a mission tonight.
"I have to go help my dad out with something, but thank you for the food." I blush, looking at the hickey I gave him on his neck. His hair was all tossolled and his face reddened with a blush.
"I'll see you tomorrow in school." He walks me out of the cafe and I walk to the pack house since I didn't have a car.