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"Can't you walk any faster?" I questioned as Amanda limped slowly toward my direction, the annoyance clear in my voice.

"It's not my fault. There are too many potholes in this part of town that I broke my heel!" She whined as she finally reached me.

"Just stop fucking whining and get in the damn restaurant." I pinched the bridge of my nose frustratingly.

"You call this a restaurant?" She murmured as she continued to limp into the diner.

Once she was out of sight, I tiredly ran my hand down my face.

That woman.

I hate to be so disrespectful to women but she just pushes my patience.

Not only is she ungrateful and rude, but she is also the most conceited person I've ever met. She's extremely materialistic that I'm sure all she has to do is sniff the shoes that I'm wearing and she'll register the price of it.

Don't get me wrong; she's beautiful with her long strawberry blonde hair and sparkly blue eyes but that's about all she has to offer.

There's always more to a woman than her looks.

Drifting away from my thoughts, I read the large sign in bright red above the small diner.

Vincent's

I adjust the leather jacket on my shoulders as I make my way inside of the diner.

The bell rang as I entered through the glass doors and the atmosphere of the building gave a quite homely feel. Waitresses rush to get people's orders and also to carry back their food. The walls are painted blue and white, which goes according to the tables and chairs which are the exact color.

I felt eyes on me as I examined my surroundings and caught a few people staring at me and whispering but I ignored the attention.

I let my eyes roam and they immediately fell on Amanda who has a scoff present on her face as she wiped down the table with a tissue that she retrieved from her bag and later, threw the paper on the floor for someone else to pick up.

I clenched and unclenched my fists in anger.

She really triggers me, in more ways than one.

Deciding that right now wasn't the best time to lose my shit, I walked toward the table and in one swift movement, removed the tissue from the floor. Afterward, I stuffed it in my back pocket.

I then slid into the booth on the opposite side of her, sliding off my jacket, and found that she is disgustingly holding the menu in her hand with an even more disgusted face.

"Did you order already?" I asked as I pick up my own menu.

It contained the natural, everyday food you would find in a diner.

Burgers, hotdogs, tea, coffee, croissants...

My older brother Elijah actually suggested this place to me. He knew how stressed I was starting to become with all the press and photographers up my ass, which led to him recommending here.

It was a simple place, situated in a small town and it wasn't on the map so that made it an even greater idea to spend my free time here.

At least I had hoped it would be free time.

Frankly, any time spent with Amanda was anything but relaxing. She was obnoxious, degrading and snobby.

She was basically everything I wouldn't want in a woman.

I'd have to extend my thanks to my mother who had elatedly suggested that I take Amanda along with me.

Not wanting to start another argument, I obliged.

"Of course not. There's just greasy shit and fatty foods on here. Basically, just hundreds of calories printed on a sheet." She said, disgust lacing her voice.

I sighed tiredly.

"Why must you be so miserable?" I shook my head.

"Well—" She began but a soft voice cut her off.

"Good Morning, welcome to Vincent's Diner. M-May I take your order?"

I ignored Amanda and looked at the menu once more before looking at the waitress.

"Yeah, I'll have—" I began, but the words got momentarily stuck in my throat as I looked up at the woman above me.

There, before me, is an angel. No, wrong... a Goddess.

Her curly hair was placed neatly in a bun on top of her head and judging by the size of it, I'd say that she had quite the handful of hair. She had dark brown eyes and eyelashes so long that when she blinked, they touched her cheeks. Her lips were a beautiful shade of pink even without a shade of lipstick; not to mention how plump they were.

Her cheeks were the rosiest color and to complete her beauty, she had the smallest nose placed directly in the middle of her face.

She wasn't short, nor was she the tallest, probably around 5'7. Her neck led to even shoulders which flowed down a path to ample breasts and a waist that curved inwards before flaring out at the hips. Her complexion and the quality and texture of her hair led me to believe that she wasn't fully Caucasian, possibly a Polynesian or Hispanic parent or something. I couldn't place my finger on it.

My eyes stared a little longer than usual at her legs which looked so long and so soft.

Added to her hair though, there was a single flower that somehow finished her look.

Basically, she was fucking beautiful.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I realized that I was shamelessly gawking at the woman before me.

From my peripheral vision, I saw Amanda looked from me to her and then her face discreetly contorted to anger.

"Didn't you hear me speaking before you interrupted?" She barked at the girl.

I rolled my eyes at Amanda's jealousy and turned my attention to the waitress.

There was nothing to be jealous about. I had absolutely no feelings for Amanda so there was definitely no competition.

I've made that clear to her already.

"I-I'm sorry ma'am but—" The waitress shuffled uncomfortably from foot to foot.

"B-But, B-but what?!" Amanda mocked her obvious nervousness.

"Could you just shut up and order?" I glare at her.

"I-I can come back later?" The waitress began to walk away but I stopped her by grabbing her wrist.

I quickly pulled away because I swore, a whole fucking shock just ran up my spine at the contact.

"No, no. We're ready now." I assured her as I avoided eye contact.

I had just met the fucking woman and I was acting like a testicle already. That's not normal.

"I'd like a Double Cheeseburger with everything, please." I said politely as I closed the menu once more.

She scribbled down the order as her tongue stuck slightly out of the side of her mouth as she wrote.

It was cute, but obviously not just cute if I can still imagine myself sucking on that tongue all day.

"Get me a salad, with extra mushrooms and squash," Amanda ordered briefly.

"We don't exactly s-sell the salad with mushrooms, or squash." The waitress doesn't even make eye contact towards Amanda's cold glare, obviously intimidated by the woman sitting opposite me.

"What kind of damn salad doesn't have—" Amanda began disgustedly.

"Just my order and an ordinary salad, that would be all." I cut off her arrogance. "Thank you..." I looked at her name tag. "Ophelia."

Ophelia...

That's a beautiful name, suited for an equally beautiful girl.

I didn't miss the dark shade of red that appeared on her cheeks as I called her name and I'd be lying if I didn't admit that that made me feel a bit better about the fact that not only I am affected.

She gave me a polite and shy nod and quickly diverted her eyes away from me and forced a smile at Amanda in which she didn't return.

She scurried off quickly from the table and headed for a door at the other end of the room.

I refrained from the urge to bite my lip as I watched her walk away, that natural sway in her curvy hips.

"-vi! Levi!" I'm cut from my gawking as I heard someone calling my name.

"Uh, what?" I fumbled over my words at Amanda's curious gaze.

"I've been calling you forever." She exaggerated which made me roll my eyes.

"Why did you only order a salad?" I took the attention from me as I changed the subject, impatiently tapping my fingers on the table.

She just left and I'm already itching to be in her presence once more.

"It's healthy. It's what I have to eat if I want to continue to keep my body this way." She gestured cockily towards her very thin body.

It was true.

She was a very small woman in size with the thinnest waist and just as thin figure. I guess that was what was expected for the body of a model.

No body shame whatsoever but, I enjoy a woman with a little meat on their bones. One that I wouldn't have to be afraid of breaking in bed whenever we have sex.

A woman like Ophelia...

A voice in the back of my head says.

I am cut from my thoughts as Ophelia nervously came back and hesitantly placed the trays with our food before us.

My burger looks absolutely delicious and mouthwatering. It'll be a change since I haven't had a decent burger in years.

Amanda looked down at her salad in disgust.

I honestly didn't see anything wrong with it.

It was a mixture of tomatoes, lettuce, cabbage, carrots and any other vegetable that belonged in the average salad.

Just as Ophelia turned away, Amanda quickly commanded her back and like the kind and obedient lady she was, Ophelia came back.

Amanda sniffed her food and quickly pushed it away.

"What the fuck is this?" She barked and the diner quieted down.

Ophelia flinched at her choice of words and began stuttering.

"The salad you or—"

"You call this a salad?" She questioned.

Just as I'm about to intervene, Amanda continued.

"Are you trying to kill me?! Look, take that shit back and bring a proper one!" As her anger rose, she took up the entire plate full of salad and flung it at Ophelia, making her fall to the ground.

She let out a scream of pain as she hit the ground, holding her shoulder that was bleeding as she gazed at the broken plate that was now on the floor.

As it registered, I stood abruptly and turned my bloodshot angry eyes at Amanda. If not before, all eyes were surely on us now.

"Go outside and wait in the car!" I shouted and pointed toward the door, my voice shaking the whole building.

"But—"

"I said to go outside and wait in the fucking car," I said through gritted teeth as I closed my eyes.

As I reopened them, I saw a flash of fear overtake her features before she quickly gathered her belongings and scurried out of the building the best that she can with a broken heel.

I ran my hand tiredly through my hair, sending a glare at the customers not minding their own business. They then quickly look away.

I heard sniffling which made my eyes snap towards the floor to see Ophelia picking up the broken pieces of glass as tears rolled down her face.

It was heartbreaking to see her like this.

Letting out a sigh, I carefully bend down to help her. She let out a quiet gasp and unintentionally snatched the glass from me.

"P-Please don't help me." She panicked as she momentarily looked behind her.

"What? Why?" I questioned with furrowed eyebrows.

Without a response, she gathered the last pieces of the broken plate and looked at me one last time with a tear-stained face before walking off and out of my line of sight.

I stood there, my eyes still planted in the direction she left.

Alone and confused.