Goodness pov...
I was busy toying with my phone when the waitress from earlier strolled in with my order I guess.
My mouth is already watering at the dish Florence bragged so much about.
The waitress kept the dish on the table and straightened.
"enjoy the meal ma'am " with that she disappeared with a bright smile on her face. I like her.
Well, it's time I load all the hunger in my stomach with this delicious meal...
"what the hell!?! "
What is this for crying out loud. What do I do with salad.. Salad!!.
Did Florence set me up or Something?
I picked up my phone and dialed her number.. It's switched off. Damn
What do I do?
I was about to call the waitress from earlier when a dude strolled out of the kitchen and was walking towards the entrance door.
Wait a minute, the waitress said the chef that cooks the dishes was available right?, I could be wrong but I had to confront this man.
I stood up and walked towards the man and stopped him and he turned to me, oh my gosh he was good looking.
"how may I help you? " the stranger said.
And suddenly I didn't know what to say to him anymore, I don't even know what pushed me to stop him in the first place.
"I wanted to find out if you were the working chef today? "
Well, I couldn't make a fool of myself. All my life I've never done or Engage in acts or things that would embarrass me.
In all honesty, I hate embarrassment.
Well that was until now though, like what the hell was I thinking stopping this guy in the first place.
"yeah I had a dish to prepare but I'm not the working chef or whatever you meant by that." he said.
Does that mean he's not the number twenty-five.
"oh, what dish did you prepare? If you don't mind me asking? ". Well I wanted to know if I could order something else.
" I mind, wait whats with all these questions and answers. Madam call the waitress if you need to order or something. Or I look like a waitress? " he snapped at me.
" hey, you don't need to be rude I just wanted to know if this restaurant serves something other than salad and since you just finished a dish, I was thinking you'll tell me the number so I can take another order " I explained slowly since he's already thinking I'm dumb or something.
" what's wrong with you,? Just call the waitress and ask her all your questions, it's her job not mine. Don't you understand simple language ma'am. " he said
Did he just call refer to me as dumb?
"who do you think you are to talk to me like that you as*hole" I sneered at him.
"You See my problems with ladies like you, you think too highly of yourselves." he glared at me.
"Oh please, shut up and grow the f*ck up , I only asked a question and you were being a bitch about It."
I said to him.
"And I said ask the waitress, or is there
something else you want from me?" he said taking a step closer to me.
" I beg your pardon ?" what was he talking about?
"I mean do you have any personal request you want,i could make you feel good you know."
Was he talking about sex.. Oh my gosh this guy has no limits.
" Over my dead body.,I'd rather kiss a frog than have your type touch me " I said
"Well you're not my type either, I prefer my girls smart not the other way around " he said and left.
How dare he?
I made my way back to my table with a new determination of eating the salad and go off to my room, plan on how I'll get back at Florence for this disaster and sleep like a log.
I was on my bed when a thought suddenly crossed my mind...if the dish number was 35 and it's a salad Florence wouldn't have really done that on purpose and told me to order it. Right?
Then it means the dish had to be 25 since I really didn't hear the numbers correctly , I knew there was 5 at the ending.
Well since Florence would be here tomorrow, I'll be sure about this whole issues.