Thread: When Passion Becomes Blind (Niah & Manofyourdream)

Wiping down the bar had only taken ten minutes, hardly surprising since she had kept it pretty well cleaned throughout her shift. Now it was ten to eleven and the likelihood of anyone coming in was quite small, so she slowly began closing up. She kept the exterior lights and neon shining outside and also didn't touch the 'Open' sign as of yet, but she did place a hand over a button underneath the bar. Giving it a press, the automatic blinds on the windows descended and began to make the outside world disappear from view. It was literally just as her finger had pushed the button in, that the bell over the door sounded. Looking up, it was clear that she was slightly taken aback when Derrick sauntered on in. Seriously?! Ten minutes before closing time?! Myra did her best not to allow an annoyed look to overtake her face. After all she didn't want Tom's customers complaining about her having a bad attitude. So she attempted to swallow her pride as the male began asking after Tom. She shook her head, causing the stray black strands of her hair to gracefully whip back and forth. It's his and Jeanie's anniversary, they've gone out for the evening. She replied. Her tone was an attempt at being professional as well as polite. Myra tried to not let his chiseled face distract her as he spoke, determined to keep eye contact. Looking away might suggest that she was intimidated by the male and she certainly didn't want to give him the satisfaction of thinking so. There was a second reason though that she needed to focus on his face. She knew that if she allowed her eyes to wander, she would find herself staring at his strong frame, those muscular arms and rugged hands that caused her to think of him in ways that she shouldn't. You'd think with him living in another town, that it would be a problem she wouldn't have to face often. However this place was a regular stop of his and he also owned a business not too far away. In fact Myra had found herself at his garage only a few days ago, needing air in her tyres. He hadn't actually spoken to her, allowing one of his employees to deal with the woman instead. Once in a while she had looked over and thought that she had noticed him glancing her way. She wasn't sure if this was because he had been annoyed with her being there or not. At one point she had even began to become paranoid about what she was wearing, wondering if it was a look of disapproval due to her lace vest and skinny jeans . Whatever the reason, he seemed to avoid Myra at the time and so she had simply gotten what she needed, before leaving as soon as possible. As Derrick demanded a coffee, Myra found herself biting down on her lip slightly, trying to control her tongue from giving him a lashing. Did he really find it so difficult to make his voice sound even remotely pleasant when speaking to her? Sure she didn't want him complaining to Tom, but at the same time she really wasn't in the mood for this. Almost every day it was the same thing and after practically running this place alone all afternoon, on top of the exhausting day at school, Myra wasn't sure that she had the patience for him. She found herself muttering a comment underneath her breath, perhaps louder than intended, as she grabbed a metal jug and drifted over to the coffee machine. Don't bother with a 'please' ... This was an educated woman fluent in three languages, university graduate, in a trusted position at a decent school. She was used to being spoken to in a well mannered way, not barked at like a servant. She pressed the appropriate buttons and grabbed a to-go cup, assuming that Derrick wasn't going to sit and drink it here. She knew how he liked it and so didn't bother asking about how much milk, sugar, cream and all that. Pouring the hot drink into the polystyrene container, she grabbed a lid and secured it on. Myra walked back over and placed it onto the bar, pushing it towards the male. One large coffee... anything else? Maybe it was from pure exhaustion or due to the fact that no one else was here, or maybe she just couldn't be bothered to tiptoe around him anymore. Whatever the cause, her tone had changed and she found herself coming over frosty.