Chapter 3 3

''Order up!'' Alexis yelled across the counter, alerting half of the customers seated down. She muttered a low sorry before she turned to her partner Jake. ''Coffee for table six and Ice-Americano for table two.'' She handed the tray to him and patted his back softly. ''Hurry up, that man in table six has been staring at you like he wants to eat you.''

'Shut up,' Jake hissed. 'Why don't you go?'

''Because, I don't feel like it.'' She patted his back again. With a roll of his eyes, he walked off. Alexis laughed at how stiff his movements were. She knew he had a thing for the man at table six. He should be thanking her instead of acting ungrateful.

'Can I get my order please?' A man yelled.

''Coming up,'' She said, puffing out air from her mouth. The day Samantha isn't around and the cafe is packed full. She hated days like this. Taking a pen and a notepad, she walked to table three.

The man who had made his order stared back at her with a frown and she forced a smile at him. ñ on table three always ended up being the rudest and most annoying person on earth. This time around, it was a bunch of big wannabe gangster men in sleek gangster outfits. She tried not to wince too much at their exaggerated makeup and hair style.

''I want Chicken nuggets.'' The first person who looked like a rainbow threw up spoke first.

Alexis jotted it down. ''And?''

''And a beer.'' He pointed to his friends. ''Make that an order of five.''

''Alright.'' She jotted down again. ''Do you need anything else?'' Please say no, she mentally pleaded.

''Oh, and some pancakes.'' Another with bright blue hair requested.

She flashed him a smile. ''Fifteen minutes top and I'll be right back.''

As she turned around, she caught sight of Jake flirting openly with the man at table six. He looked at her and blushed, turning away just as fast as he moved to the next table.

She raised a brow. ''Why is he being so shy?'' she muttered to herself and turned to meet the next table. She noticed that there were two men seated on it. One had hair the color of midnight and the other had blonde hair. They seemed to be discussing business, seeing as they were clothed in designer suits. One wore a black shirt with a gray tie, while the other wore a brown coat over his black turtle-neck inner. She couldn't help but notice the one with dark hair and how gorgeous he looked. She thought she was used to seeing attractive men come and go every day, but his was different. She was irritated by how different it was. What was the deal with handsome people and their alluring aura?

''Hello,'' she said. ''My name is Alexis. Can I get your order?''

The blonde looked up at her. ''Alexis? Beautiful name.''

Now, he was flirting with her? She noticed the dark haired one gave him a look before returning his attention back to his phone. The blonde studied her face, his blue eyes squinting as he assessed her like a lab project. She suddenly felt uncomfortable. He was good-looking too. He looked like the typical description of a pretty boy next door.

"Thank you," she said, smiling. ''Your order please.''

''I will have a latte," Pretty boy stated.

She jotted down his order. Slowly, her eyes trailed to the other guy who hadn't said a word since she arrived.

'Americano,' He replied without looking up. Something about the way he said that irked her. Was he a celebrity or what? He looked like he could be one with his model-like features. But then again, he could just be some rich guy who made robots for a living. She placed her bets on that.

'Would that be all?'

''Yeah,'' the pretty boy smiled politely to her.

'Alright.' She tucked her notepad into her apron pocket. ''

Your order will be up in five minutes.' She turned to leave, moving back to the counter when a buzz from her pockets had her stopping. She wasn't meant to use her phone while at work, but her phone rarely rang unless it was an emergency.

And it really was an emergency.

''So, let me get this straight,'' Alexis said, staring at the two officers in navy blue uniforms. ''You think my father was involved in a hit and run.''

''We don't think so. We know,'' One of them said.

Alexis chewed on her lips nervously. This was the first time in her life she had ever been called to a station. She had never imagined she would even step foot into a place like this, and now look at her, having a conversation with two officers who accused her father of a hit and run.

''We found the body in his car.''

''He doesn't even have a car.'' She glared at them.

''Then why was he driving it?'' The officer glared back.

''I don't know. This is news to me,'' She sighed, feeling underwhelmed. Her father didn't own a car, so where had he seen one? ''Are you sure about this? I'm sure there's a mistake somewhere.''

''You teaching us how to do our jobs, huh?'' The officer scolded.

She turned away from him. She could tell these officers were pissed about something. She looked around the station. A man stepped out of one of the cells, yelling curses at the officer who held his arm and dragged off to who knows where. The man met her eyes. He was a short man with a bald head. His clothes were tattered and he looked like a drug addict. When he turned to her, his mouth opened, exposing dark teeth as he smiled at her. The smile was so creepy, it sent chills down her spine. Were these the kind of people her father was meant to stay with?

''Can I see him?''

The officer blinked. ''See who?''

''My dad.''

''No can do. You want to see him, bring a lawyer.''

She opened her mouth to refute when the two officers turned and walked off, sparing her not a moment to talk. Alexis groaned, flipping her middle finger to the back of the officers. Where the hell was she going to get a lawyer? Especially one who could get her father out without any issues? She didn't even have the money for her next house rent.

''Damn it.''

Feeling deflated, she turned and walked out of the station.

''Sammy, please!'' Matt pleaded, blocking the girl's attempt to maneuver him. ''He's willing to pay.''

''I run a cafe, you idiot. Not a whore club.'' Sam reached out to grab a glass, threatening him with it if she didn't step aside.

Matt gulped, slightly moving so she would pass. She moved to the window display. He coughed lightly as he scratched his head, watching her. ''Fine, do you have someone to recommend then?''

Sam narrowed her eyes, resting her hands on her hips.

''It's only going to be for a while. No sexual intimacy, just acting.'' Matt added.

Sam scoffed. ''What's wrong in telling his mother he is not ready for marriage?'' She rolled her eyes, setting the window down. ''Men these days.''

''Well, you see...'' Matt trailed off.

Sam rose a brow, suddenly catching up. The only friend who would do something like this was the one who always came to the cafe with him. The one who had- ''Gotten into that scandal?'' she voiced out. ''That friend of yours? Haven Gray?''