Matters Of The Heart novel Chapter 7

"I just have a lot on mind", she gave a weak smile and the other woman didn't seem convinced, but also didn't want to pry into Abigail's business

"You have a customer waiting", Ginger pointed out to one of her tables and she looked at the person sitting on her table. The man didn't seem to be bothered by sitting too long without being served, he was even occupied by with his phone. He was trying to reach his older brother but the same as always, he was rejecting all his calls.

Abigail took her pen and notepad in her hands and walked towards him

"I'm sorry you had to wait. Can I take your order?", she said with her eyes already glued to her notepad in her hand, ready to scribble the order, and she didn't hear the person say anything.

She rose her eyes to look at the person, finding his eyes already on hers and his lips turned up to form a smile. She was taken aback by this, most of her customers didn't even look at her when she took their order, they would simply just say what they wanted and dismissed her without even bothering to look up at her, let alone smile at her.

Just when he thought his day couldn't get any better, he just happened to see her standing beside him. He felt like his eyes were playing some sort of tricks on him, how is it possible that this woman had the same features as-

"Can I take your order?", her voice pierced through his wondering thoughts. He realized he was starring uncontrollably at her. He blinked for a second but couldn't find the courage to look away from her eyes. Not only that, but he watched as she dropped her gaze shyly form his piercing dark eyes.

"How long have you been working here?", she heard his voice ask, and she furrowed her eyebrows before raising her eyes to look at him again. Did he just start a conversation with her?

"Excuse me?"

"How long have you been working here?", he repeated, with his thick eyebrow raising slightly

"About three years", she replied uncertain about why was he intrigued about knowing her

"Damn", he chuckled lightly. "Have I been gone that long?", he asked, more like he was talking to himself. He looked at her again, noticing he had wasted enough of her time. If he was aware of her existence, he wouldn't have left. She would have been his reason to stay.

"I'll just have coffee, thanks", she nodded her head in acknowledgement of his request and walked to stand behind the counter to pour him the coffee he asked for. She looked up again before placing the cup on the saucer, and he was still looking at her. She didn't know why, but she felt her cheeks redden before she dropped her eyes again and placed his coffee besides him.

"Thank you", he said as he took the cup by the handle and rose it towards his lips. Abigail turned to leave and attend to her other table that had just been occupied.

"Wait", he called out to her, and she stopped in her tracks and turned to face him

"Yes?"

"What's your name?", he asked, and she was about to point to her name tag pinned on her shirt, but remembered she forgot to put it on. She did not find time because she was already running late that morning, she was never late, that was the first time she ever arrived late for work that morning.

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