Those closest to them stopped what they were doing. Jumping several inches out of her seat, Frey blinked, staring back at a concerned Dylas and realized that he had, at some point, came to take her order.įrey, unable to pay attention with the object of her distraction right in front of her, kept staring at him in a weird daze and she started to speak, voice quiet, “You…”įrey’s words took a second to register with Dylas, and then he leaned away from her, his whole face flushing ten shades of scarlet. She tried to focus on Margaret’s performance, but she couldn’t hear more than a phrase or two, before her thoughts wandered back to Dylas. Realizing she was staring with what was most likely an inappropriate intensity, she was determined to concentrate on something else – anything else. Somehow, there was just something about a hairstyle change that made her sullen stallion that much more attractive. What was wrong with her today? Dylas was attractive, she’d be the first to admit, but she usually didn’t have trouble concentrating on other things.
Her eyes traced the scar running across his jaw and cheek. Frey had to wonder why Dylas was the only waiter here…Īt that thought, Frey found her eyes drawn back to her boyfriend, eyeing his open neck and face. Jones and Nancy were further away at the same table. Forte was at the larger table, talking with Clorica. She sat at one of the smaller tables, closer to Margaret’s performance space, and let her gaze wander. “What are you doing just standing there? Come in.”įrey seemed to snap out of her daze enough to at least nod and find a seat. He was still too embarrassed to use it in public, though. “F-Frey!” he stuttered, tripping over her name, because he was now probably more used to his pet name for her. Before she could dwell any more on that, said man had finally noticed Frey frozen in the doorway, mouth half open, and zoning out. She also got a better look at his face, which she already knew was attractive, but dang. It showed off his long neck and staring at that neck made Frey feel things she hadn’t expected to. It was tied back out of his face, for the most part, most likely to stay out of the way while working and out of the food. Yet, none of these things held Frey’s attention quite as much as Dylas’ long hair tied back into a neat ponytail. His quick hands as he tried to snatch the dishes from Porco before he ate them was amazing. His natural five-star smile, as Porco had once put it, evident as he seated tourists and took their orders. She had never seen Dylas wait on people before.
The pseudo-princess froze where she stood, in the doorway. Therefore, one lazy summer day, when she walked into the restaurant to eat, for once, she was greeted by the sight of her beau of about two seasons. She also seemed to have a knack to go whenever Dylas wasn’t working, strangely enough. Frey hardly ever went to Porco’s to eat mainly she went just to get recipes.
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