~~~"Time heals all wounds", the say and I should know 'cause it seems like forever, but I'm letting you go. I can forgive you and soon I'll forget all my shattered dreams, although you left me full of misery. Now I'm almost over you, I'm almost shook these blues. So when you come back around after painting the town you'll see I'm almost over you~~~
-Sheena Easton-
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JACK's POV:
"Is that my sister? What did she say?"
My eyebrow automatically knew its way up when Dale asked me as soon as I ended the call.
"Yes, it's your sister and even though she is your sister, what we talked about is none of your business!" I said glaring at him.
"Ahh---whoa!"
"Anyway, you haven't answered my question yet. What are you doing here, Mister Soriano?"
But instead of answering my question, he just asked me again another nonsense question.
"This is a coffee shop, right?"
"Yes, and why do you ask?" My eyebrows knitted in confusion.
"And you're serving here breakfast, am I right?"
"Yes---"
"Then, that answered your question!"
"What the---"
"In short, I'm here to have breakfast." And he gave me one of his annoying chuckles.
"Gosh! Don't you know your former brother-in-law has already used that line with your sister?"
"Oh, I didn't know that."
"Can you come up with a nicer but a real one?"
"Well, I have no reason for coming here except that having breakfast, not unless you're thinking of another reason why I'm here." He smirked and since I wasn't born yesterday, I already got what he meant, but I chose not to lash it out at him.
I took a deep breath.
"What do you want?" I asked wearing the best smile I could muster.
"You!" He answered abruptly that it made my mouth hung in shock. "I mean, it's up to 'you' what you want to serve me for breakfast." He shrugged. The annoying smirk on his lips hadn't even faded.
I formed my fists under the counter and took a deep breath to calm my nerves. I don't really understand what's with him and his best friend why they chose to come and have breakfast here when they knew its a thirty-minute drive from their work.
"What is your order, Sir?" I emphasized the last word as I pointed to the digital menu boards behind me.
"Uhm..." It took him a few seconds before he finally decided to pick his orders.
"Here's your card, Sir. We'll just bring your food to your chosen table, thank you." I said giving him back the card he used for payment.
He took it smiling and with his eyes not living my face. It felt so awkward, but I can't scream nor slap that smile on his face as customers start lining up in front of the counter.
"Good morning, pretty girl." Norman, one of our regular customers greeted me. Dale just stepped aside but didn't really leave the counter.
"Good morning, handsome." I smiled at him, leaning my face forward and pretending to whisper. "Shhh... please lower your voice because everyone will hear how beautiful I am and I don't want them to look at me for the whole day." I ended it with a playful wink.
That made him laugh so loud. And since it wasn't really a whisper, some customers who heard what I said also joined him. I was smiling broadly when I accepted the cash from him, but couldn't help raising an eyebrow when I glanced in Dale's direction and saw him frowning.
-'Tss! What's with this bipolar jerk?'-
I pretended not to see his reaction and continued what I was doing.
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SAM's POV:
"You're brother was at the coffee shop this morning."
My head snapped in Jack's direction when I heard what she said. We had just come out of the spa and were currently choosing a new pair of sleepwear from a Ladieswear section inside the department store.
"Huh? What was he doing there?" I asked her with a frown.
"Well, he said he's just having breakfast." She shrugged which suddenly made me laugh.
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