Thread: When Passion Becomes Blind (Niah & Manofyourdream)

Myra Quereshi blew a stray hair out of her face, as she exited the kitchen belonging to the small cafe that she worked for. Her large, round black eyes glanced towards her watch in order to check the time. Ten forty at night, in twenty minutes she'd finally be able to turn the ' closed ' sign around at the door and lock up. It had been a long day, first she was up at six for her morning run and shower, before heading to work at the local junior high school. It was booster day, nothing better than having to corral hundreds of tweens and teens into your office in order the jab them with a needle. A few of them had been scared out of their minds, several cried and a few even refused to have the booster shot at all. Myra wasn't sure which was more stressful, this or flu season, when every other student seemed to skip class in order to see her. Although at times children could be a notorious handful, she still wouldn't give up her job for anything in the world. Myra enjoyed being a nurse and the fact that she was able to do so in a school was an added bonus. There was something about pediatrician nursing, an extra satisfaction you got from helping the next generation. Getting to watch them grow and develop and knowing that you played a part, no matter how small. It was hard to explain to people who didn't like children, but people who did automatically understood. The twenty-six year old hailed from a city called Jaipur, situated in Rajasthan, Northern India. She came to this country nine years ago in order to study. A woman of good intelligence and decent upbringing, she found herself integrating very well. Always making sure never to forget how her parents raised her. They were stern and some might even say overbearing, however Myra knew that it came from a place of love. Without such a steady hand, she may not have even made it to nursing school. Now that she was done though and had been for a while, she became determined to find where she would be most fulfilled in her line of work. When the job opportunity came in this town, it just called to her. So several months ago she upped sticks and moved. Settling down as the new junior high nurse was easy enough, however with some spare time on her hands and the desire to save a bit more money, Myra ended up getting a second job. Which is how she ended up here on a Friday night. After finishing at the school by three, she headed pretty much straight to Tom's Bistro , where she had a part time job as a waitress. So far things were going quite well and the owner Tom, even trusted her enough to close up for him tonight. He was out celebrating his wedding anniversary with his wife. Myra readjusted the apron on her uniform slightly, before pushing her long black locks out of her face. Her hair was pinned up , but throughout the day strands had become lose. She walked around the inside of the cafe a little aimlessly, it was a complete ghost town in here. What with closing time only being twenty minutes away, she had no customers. She was half tempted to close early, but her good nature compelled her to do otherwise. It wasn't her business and so she had no right changing the closing time simply because she was bored. Someone might pop in and you never know, she could even get a pleasant conversation out of it and end her day on a nice note. Majority of the regulars that came in here were lovely people, seeming happy enough to be served by her. Apart from one man in particular, who Myra couldn't quite get a read on. He was just... strange, one minute seeming pleasant enough, then another becoming cold and indifferent to her presence. It was a behavior made all the more difficult by Myra's attraction to him. She didn't know why exactly, apart from the obvious that he was very good looking of course. However there were plenty of attractive men around, yet none of them quite caught her eye like he did. He was just the complete opposite of everything that she should want. His attitude, his age and even his race, as her parents would not doubt prefer that she settle down with a nice Indian boy. Still, she couldn't deny that she was drawn to him. Even so, she was kind of grateful that he hadn't come in today. After being rushed off her feet from school and then a busy shift here, she wasn't exactly in the mood to deal with his own personal brand of awkwardness and broody behavior. Myra gave a sigh, patting down her black pencil skirt and straightening the collar of her striking red uniform shirt. She then headed back towards the bar, hoping that if she concentrated hard enough on wiping it down, then eleven o'clock would arrive quicker and she could leave.