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CHAPTER 1
He first saw her at a football match in the VIP lounge where he was silently sulking about the food. As per usual, and if the starter was anything to go by, the food was undeserving of the five hundreds pounds he'd had to pay for it. But it was what rich people did and because he was rich that just happened to be what he did; spend money on portions of food that wouldn't feed a baby talkless of a grown ass man, but because he had money and there was more where that came from, there was no need to complain.
The teams that he came to see had none of his support but football was one of his many interests and he had time on his hands and good company around, so that was more than enough reason for him to attend.
He watched closely and struggled to feign interest at his friends' conversation as he saw the girl approach his table again this time with their main course. There was something about her, something so pure, something so eccentric about her that made her seem all the more intriguing. His gut instinct told him so and the only time he'd regretted something was when he hadn't listen to his gut instinct.
When she had come by earlier on to serve their starters a bright smile covered her face but by how she carried the plates she looked pretty nervous and inexperienced in her role. He had felt like getting up from his seat and helping her but stayed put because it would have looked simply strange.
Carefully she went round the table and placed the plates in front of his friends as they mumbled a thank you but as she neared his side he started experiencing once again what he had experienced previously but he fuelled all his unpolished emotions to dress an agitated look on his face.
“Do you mind not being so close?”
At his reprimand, she got completely flustered, dropped the plate infront of him as quickly and neatly as possible and straightened her back, put a little distance between them and apologised profusely.
Even though his facial expression didn't read amused at all, he could only admit to himself that he enjoyed how her dark brown eyes got wide in embarassment and her eyes were raised up in defense and her voice so innocent.
“What's this?” he asked knowing damn well it was pretentious-sounding food as it read on the menu in the middle of the table but because it was fun being an asshole he played the part once in a while.
Looking apologetic once again, she answered, “Fish?”
“Hello gentlemen, I hope you're enjoying your meals today,” said a bald man who suddenly appeared by the waitress's side who appeared to be in a more managerial role.
“Why is it that the staff do not know what food they are serving? I just asked this lady and she seemed unsure of the meal.”
Giving a swift dirty look to the waitress, he returned back to him. “I'm so sorry, Mr.Roux, we do our best to make sure we brief the staff on meals served to guests. Just in case you didn't get a chance to see the menu this is the grilled sea bass, crushed jersey royals with a sauce vierge. Anything else you might need Mr. Roux?”
“No, I'm okay, thank you.”
Shortly after the waitress and her supervisor walked away and even though he couldn't hear what was being said he could tell that the girl was being given a hard time by the supervisor.
He already felt bad and to appease his guilty conscious he'd decided that he would leave her a huge tip for her troubles.
A.N: My lovely darlings, I'm back again with another story I just couldn't resist. I hope you enjoyed reading this.
Have a good day and God bless :-)