BELLADONNA
He's overwhelmingly handsome.
"A glass of white wine, please," he says, knowing I should've asked him if he'd like anything to drink. But I'm sweating profusely through my uniform now, too embarrassed to do anything but walk away and get him his drink.
"Get it together, Bella!" I scold myself as I prepare to approach table six again. Its not like I haven’t seen a handsome man before. It's just a face, it's just a bloody face.
I pour him a glass, surprised at how steady I've been able to keep my hands. I've been doing this for a while.
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