Fan Fiction |
by distant origin
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" I said, panicking, as I took more tissues from the counter and tried to wipe off as much liquid as I could from his shirt. But it was useless.
"Stop," he said, stepping back, out of my reach. He looked down at his clothes and frowned. I heard him mutter a curse.
I furrowed my eyebrows and bit my lip. I couldn't believe what was happening. I wished there was hole in the ground I could fall into. "I'm really really sorry. I really am. I'm so so so sorry..." I kept repeating as I watched him try to dry himself with his handkerchief. I handed him more napkins, but he just turned away. "Really, I'm so sorry, if there's anything I can do to make it up to you..."
Finally, he looked up and met my eyes. He looked incredibly angry, but I still felt like turning into mush. They were the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen.
"Can you buy me a new Armani shirt?" he asked.
My face fell, and I felt like crying. That was an Armani shirt? I couldn't even afford a non-signatured one!
"I didn't think so," he said pointedly and rolled his eyes. He turned to walk away.
"Wait! Wait!" I called as I ran up to him. "I can buy you a shirt," I said. "Just give me a couple of days, and I'll replace it. I'll even replace the coffee. I swear, I will, I just need another week until my next paycheck comes."
"Don't bother," he said curtly as he walked faster.
I heard him mutter something about being late for some photo shoot, and figured he was a model. That would explain why he was so poised, and why he looked so good. Wait a minute, what was I thinking? I ran and caught up with him just as he was about to open the door. "I'm serious, I promise I'll give you a new shirt in a couple of days, just come back here, or give me an address where I can send it, or if you want, you can pour coffee all over me too and we'll be even, or maybe--"
I didn't finish. The murderous look he gave me was even sharper than if he had asked me to shut up.
I closed my mouth and moved out of his way so he could push the door and walk out.
Janice was staring at me from across the room, frowning. "We finally get a gorgeous customer and you just had to screw it up," she said.
"I'm sorry," I said, feeling even guiltier than before. I didn't realize that my mistake was bad for the shop too. "I'm really sorry."
She rolled her eyes. "Just, mop that mess you made, will 'ya?" she said, pointing towards the messy floor where the rest of the guy's coffee was.
I walked towards it slowly, already feeling the tears welling up in my eyes. "Please don't tell our manager, Janice, please?"
"Geez, I'm not gonna tell on you Kathy," she told me. "I'm just sad that that was probably the only time we're ever gonna see him and we didn't even get his name," she said as I started mopping the floor.
"I bet he has a great name," she said thoughtfully, then sighed. "Too bad we're never gonna know what it is."