Chapter three

There sat the Italian devil himself. A blunt in one hand, and a wine glass in the other hand.

His presence screamed intimidation as he sat at the end of the table, making it known that he was the boss. His legs were crossed in black dress pants, the creases were neatly pressed, it was very impossible to miss. Even though his chest was cover in a white button down shirt, a black suit coat finishing off with with a tie red as blood, I can clearly see the muscles, which the upper part of his body held.

My eyes made its way to his face and I gasped in surprise, thankfully no one had noticed me as yet. His jet black hair streak with dark brown was gelled back. His eyes were an astonishing blue color with green specks scattered around. Pink full lips were surrounded with a five o'clock shadow, that matched the color of his silky hair. Overall he had a sense of maturity and mysteriousness towards him. He was intriguing.

Deciding that it was time to make my presence known, I cleared my throat and made my way further into the room. Earning attention from most of the men and women but not enough. My eyes roamed over the table searching for someone who look approachable enough, for me to ask what's their order.

Searching for another minute or so, I ended on a man who was sitting at the very end of the table, smoking a blunt, looking uninterested in what's going on around him. He stood out because he was Asian, in contrast to everyone else in the room. He had tattoos on the hands and many silver rings on his fingers. I slowly walked over to him not wanting to bring attention to myself sooner that I have to.

"Excuse me sir" I asked when I reached at his side.

He looked up at me taking a drag of his blunt and blowing it out, before making his dark eyes look into mine.

"Yes ma'am, how may I help you?" his deep voice asked. At least he's nice.

"Are your guys ready to order sir?"

He chuckled and stood up from his chair and stood next to me.

"The waitress is here to serve us. Now shut up so I can get some food!" He yelled, causing the room to go as quiet as midnight. Everyone in the room turned to look at me. My eyes widen as he turned to sit back down, leaving my with all the unwanted eyes staring at me.

I sucked in a short breath and rubbed my hand against my dress, "Lord help me" I begged in my thoughts.

"Hello my name is Melina and I will be your waitress today, would you like to start off with any appetizer?" I gave my best smile.

"Give us your finest bottle of wine." The Italian accent requested and I looked up only to be met with a pair of blues eyes and a smirk.

All eyes went on me as I took down his request, making the pen glide over the paper slowly on purpose, trying to delay the time. Writing "finest wine" did not take long, and I mentally slapped myself for thinking that they would believe that it took a long amount of time to write those words down.

I heard soft coughs from men that were smoking despite the signal of their bodies telling them to stop, they carried on anyways.

I was very uncomfortable in this short and revealing dress, as I felt the men and women studying me.

Looking up and around the room. I was glad to see that most of the attention was gone but others still lingered. I slowly walked to the end of the table ready to take the first man's order or a couple seeing that there was a lady on his lap.

"Excuse me sir are you ready to order?" I asked politely.

He didn't even look at me, but the lady that was sitting on his lap did and apparently she didn't enjoy my presence, seeing the scowl that was on her face. Well bitch I don't want your man, I just want to get the fuck up out here. She was dressed in a silver dress that stopped just above her knees, her brown hair complimented her small face. Overall the woman was attractive, but that scowl made her look ugly.

"Ma'am are you ready to order?" I asked, since she noticed my presence first.

"Does it look like I'm ready to order?" she asked with a tone down in attitude. I don't know why but everytime I meet new people most of them already dislike me. That's the type of affect I have on people, not the nice, bubbly effect, but the kind that makes people wonder why I don't socialize.

"Sir if you're not going to order I'm going to move to the next person" trying my best not to give back an attitude.

He groaned and then turned to look at me like I wasn't trying to do my job, then his hazel eyes travel up and down my body before looking me in my eyes.

"Well, I'll have something involving spaghetti" he said then turned his attention back to the bimbo on his lap. She giggled and started to kiss him on his cheek, but not before sending a glare my way. The man then blow a cloud of smoke into her face and she started to cough violently, and it was my turn to laugh.

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Slowly making my way around the table, I was feeling a little suffocated by the intimidation that the man brought, that was sitting at the head of the table.

"And also the Pasta Roni" the man said finishing his order while closing his menu.

I was going to the next men at the table when someone tapped me on my shoulder. I turned around surprised to see a woman sitting in her own seat, opposed to the others. She seemed safe to approach with a smile on her face.

"Yes how may I help you" I asked

"What is your race?" she asked bluntly

"I'm Jamaican. Why?"

"Is that your real hair? "she asked as if that wasn't offensive. To thought that she was actually nice flew out the window.

"Excuse me" I said as I raised my right eyebrow and started to cross my arms in front of my chest, a sign that I was getting annoyed.

"I mean is that your real hair? " she asked again, not knowing that I was giving her a chance to take back her question.

"Is that your real hair?" I questioned. She looked at me, showing that she was confused.

"Yes it is. Why do you ask?" Does she not know that I asked her the same question that she asked me. Oh she slow.

"Why did you asked me if this is my real hair?" I said already knowing what the answer's gonna be.

"Well your hair is so pretty and long, at first I thought you were mixed to have that much hair and have curls like that" she said pointing at my curls.

"So what you're telling me is that you're assuming that I'm mixed, because you can't accept the fact that a black girl could have so much hair and nice curls?. Or maybe you think that all black girls have short and nappy hair, and when you see one with long hair you automatically assume that she's wearing weave and it's all fake?. Well let me tell you something sweetie, if you're going to think that the rest of your life, I would be the only one that you will be having this conversation with." I finished and by the time I did I noticed that I moved closer to her.

"Oh God no, it was nothing like that I sw-"

"Forget it, I don't want to hear it " I sighed and stepped back getting back to doing my job.

One of my biggest pet peeves, is when people ask is that's your real hair. It's very rude and disrespectful. I personally feel insulted because I AM BLACK, and they always assume that if you're black you dont have long and pretty hair, it's fake.

With that I turned around and continued taking orders with a few new confidence I was hiding earlier.

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I could feel his eyes burning into my skin as I finally reached him. Those blue orbs studying me. I walked slowly avoiding eye contact, looking at my notepad which was now filled with orders.

He was sitting in the same position that he was in when I first noticed him, the only difference was that he's now pulling out a new blunt from out his pocket, along with a red light in his hand. I stood in front of him waiting for him to notice me, not feeling to say "are you ready to order sir" for the hundredth time.

It never happened.

"Are you ready to order sir" I said with a the final smile I had until I go back down stairs.

He didn't look at me or said anything, and I didn't expect him to like the other men, instead he slowly brought his blunt to his lips, flicked the lighter and took a long drag from his newly lit lungs killer. When he opened his mouth a full cloud of smoke blocked my vision of his for a few seconds. After the smoke cleared up, his striking blue orbs were connect with my dark brown ones.

He took the blunt from out this mouth with his index and middle finger without breaking eye contact with me. I'm not gonna lie I was intrigued.

"I believe I already told you what I wanted" his voice was like honey dripping onto my skin. It was so deep and rough, and very pleasing to my ears.

"I'm sorry sir, could you repeat that I didnt understand you" I said gesturing to the noise behind me, knowing that I heard what he said very clearly.

" Come closer and bend down and maybe you could hear me better babygirl."

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