My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 2

I froze and smiled awkwardly at my silver-haired customer. Throughout my life, I had been learned to hide my emotions. I had never let my guard down in front of anyone, especially men. I used to stay unmoved, no matter who that guy was or how he looked, but in front of this person, I felt helpless, as if he could see right through me. I found it terrifying.

“I'll get you a coffee then…” I turned around towards the counter, “Espresso-kind black?” I tossed on my way there.

“As long as you make it,” he slightly chuckled.

“What a flirt,” I muttered annoyed, yet sensing that my face was turning red.

I couldn't understand my reactions. I used to ignore anyone whom I would hear such words from. If I had a worse day, I would even quickly make him regret that he dared to say a single word to me, but now… I kept blushing like an idiot!

I went to the bar, making sure I was turned around the whole time to avoid my peculiar customer's gaze. For some reason, I was convinced that he kept his eyes on me the entire time. My hands started to tremble nervously. I took a cup from a shelf, and I almost made it slip and fall on the floor. Luckily, I was able to catch it at the last second.

“What is wrong with me today?!” I asked myself in my head, “Concentrate, Lilith!”

I gazed at Jannette. I guessed she was too busy chatting with Joe and Frank, constantly refilling their coffee cups to notice my sudden clumsiness. When she noticed my stare, she chuckled and winked at me.

“Go get him,” she whispered teasingly glimpsing at the silver-haired.

I took a deep breath and started brewing his coffee. I poured hot water to moisten the paper filter, then put freshly grounded coffee on it, and started making a dark-brown potion. I finished and carried the cup to my customer's table, consciously avoiding his gaze.

“Your coffee, Sir,” I put the cup in front of him slightly turning my eyes from him.

“Am I repulsive to you?” he asked with his charming voice.

“N-not at all!” I burst out without knowing.

He smirked then looked into my eyes as if he wanted to devour me. I flinched and stepped away from his table.

“Thank you for the coffee… Lilith,” he smiled courteously, looking at the name tag on my shirt.

“E-enjoy your coffee…” I muttered hesitantly and walked back behind the counter.

The way he said my name felt strange as if he already knew who I was. Suddenly, I became anxious.

“Could he be someone that HE sent to find me? No… he doesn't smell like them. I've been learning how to sense them for years… That silver-haired is not one of them for sure,” I pondered.

I nervously corrected the gloves on my hands, then took an empty coffee pot from the bar table.

“Lilith, Jackson asked about you again, y'know? Why don't you give that poor guy a chance,” Frank chuckled.

“Sorry, let's just say that Jackson is not my type,” I smirked, taking dirtied paper napkins from the bar.

Suddenly, Frank grabbed my wrist.

“Don't be like that. If he's not your type, maybe I am?” he chuckled obnoxiously.

“Let go of my hand, Frank. This is not funny,” I hissed.