Thread: When Passion Becomes Blind (Niah & Manofyourdream)

Derrick knew it was almost closing time for the bistro, yet he found himself barging in like he just did. Matter of fact, he could have enjoyed a chat with the man himself, if he were here. Many times, Tom would let his employees take care of things whilst he pleased his customers with a random conversation. Derrick had found himself in his company without realizing hed used more than his share of lunch break. However, it was always pleasant because the man obviously had seen a lot given his age. The man was obviously in no rush and had Tom been here, he would have stayed back and chatted with the owner himself. It would have been his preferred way to end the night. Now, Derrick was not a loner. He had family and friends, with whom he keeps in touch very frequently. He had a good business and was content with his life overall. Walking towards the Bistro, he was starting to realize that Tom wasnt at the birstro tonight, or else it would be him behind the bar, not this girl. Despite having been coming here for a while, he never made an effort to learn her name. Besides, he had other things to worry about, such as ignoring her so he wouldnt lash out at her in front of everyone. One of these days, he knew hes going to have to try really hard not tolittle did he knew, it might very well be tonight. Tonight was the night, not because hed come in here with a mission, but he was already getting mixed signals from her. The woman always seems to carry this cute smile on her innocent looking face, not that it ever melted him. But, not tonight. There was something in her demeanor tonight that didnt quite settle with her bubbly personality. Deep down, he may have been envious of her, for being this perfect woman that she was, and he couldnt get himself to appreciate the fact. It was in this moment, he felt the feelings were mutual. Derricks gaze settled on her face, taking notice more than just her pretty face, the twitches and unpleasant look she was donning. It was almost to a similar one he usually carries about himself when a customer enters his garage five minutes before the closing time. He could understand her pain but couldnt help but take pleasure in it, seeing her in such a form. It was surely a delight. He couldnt help but inquire about Tom, scoffing at the end, And what? Left you in charge? He went quiet after that, being not able to hold his thought inside him, he had said something that she may not like. Derrick didnt mean to say it all loud like that, and it was a little too late to take that back. Hed told himself that hell go in, grab a cup of coffee and be on his way if it was going to be her serving him and not Tom. There was a moment when he couldnt help but stare at her, noticing the way her strands grazed her soft cheeks. She was different tonight, he wasnt sure what exactly but he could sense it. After seeing her at his garage the other day, hed taken notice of such details that hed failed to do so before that time. With an image of her from that day, he clearly remembers what she was wearing and how she looked because it haunted him. The lacey, strappy vest that displayed a bit of her cleavage and them skinny jeans, clearly displaying her slender frame, and it was that day, he saw her as a normal person, not some waitress that works at bistro. He knew nothing about her, and yet there was a strong pull. He cant have her, he shouldntthats what he told himself, hence the reason why he seemed mad at her. It was as if he was putting her down and could tell that she knew it. Derrick had always noticed her, may not have led on, but he did notice the way she was quiet, respective of others and the perfect employee Tom would want around. And yet, Derrick never liked her. Perhaps, it was the opposite- that he did like her and was afraid of how hed explain to himself that he was attracted towards an Indian woman out of all the ones that are out there that he could go for. Anger and disappointed was the perfect displacement of his fondness for her! Always seeking for that something.and shed give him that today when she muttered under her breath. Hed heard it loud and clear because he wasnt too far. Maybe, she wanted him to hear her comment, raising his brow at her as he leaned over the counter a bit, Did you say something? He interrogated, almost sure the meek Indian would not dare repeat it. He had no idea of her history or what else she did when not working at the caf. Perhaps, he would treat her differently if he knew that she was an educated woman, a nurse at a school, not just a waitress at this bistro. How knows, shes probably making more money than him and that would certainly piss him off more. He expected her to make him a good cup of coffee, knowing how much of what he liked in his coffee by now. He could sense her being cold to him and he couldnt help but smirk. This was something new to see, he thought to himself and couldnt help but bother her more, seeing it was almost 11 p.m. He quickly took a sip, making an awful face shortly after, placing his cup down and pushed towards her, This tastes stale to meI dont expect Tom to like when he learns his bistro serves stale, leftover from the day. He tilt his head to the side, Its not even warm. He looked right at her to see how she would react to this. His decision of grabbing a cup of coffee and leave soon as possible seemed to be going down the drain. He couldnt help but entertain himself with her, knowing she was not in mood and using that to poke at her moreit was fun.