Chapter six

"Neither do I. Did you get the stain out of your shirt?"

He lifts his apron a little, revealing a big brown stain on his T-shirt, and I laugh.

"Nope. But from now on it's the one I'll wear to work so I don't damage the others I have" he winks.

I laugh again.

"That's called strategy."

"Of course it is. But hey, I have to take your orders otherwise my supervisor is going to give me a lecture."

Finally mom decides to speak up and asks for both orders, the boy leaves and mom looks at me. Here he comes with his questionnaire.

She looks at me mischievously and I shake my head smiling.

"What?" I ask still smiling.

"Nothing, nothing" he lets out a teasing chuckle-he's very cute.

"Mom! He can come at any time, don't say things like that."

"There, there. I'll shut up. But... how did you meet him?"

I tell him my sad story about when I spilled coffee on him and he laughs.

"Allie, the guy is almost six feet tall, how could you not see him?"

"Well, in my defense..." I open my mouth and close it aga