Set up /one\

                                    

                                          
 Background: I'm weird, and a bit of a perfectionist, but don't get me wrong i'm not mean (as far as I know). I like to think i'm pretty down to earth, I just have major trust issues, so I don't really like people. It's not bad, being alone I mean, it's kind of peaceful and I like it. But recently a guy who comes in regurlarly where I work has 'befriended' me, he isn't being perverted just annoying. I have told him before I don't need friends and his pitty friendship isn't anything I want, but he ignores me and always leaves me his phone number on a napkin with my tip.
                          
The ding of the bell above the door to the cafe rang, welcoming whom ever walked in, interupting my thoughts that stormed my mind like a rainy, black cloud. "Good morning Angelica!" the familiar voice echoed in my ears as I quickly relized it was Mark, his black, floppy hair sort of bounced as he walked past me to his regular seat. I followed him, pulling out my booklet and pen to write down his order, I figured it would be the same but, it doesn't hurt to pull it all out anyway (also it's required). He smiled up at me with a goofy twist about it, his dimples showing through the little bit of patchy stuble that lined his jaw, "What I always have, miss Angelica.". I nodded and head back to the kitchen where I fixed his drink (Not alcohol) then went back to his booth, I set it down gently and watched him examine my nails which were bitten almost to the nub and had a clear coat that was ment to help them grow (what bullshit that is). I turned to go about my job when Mark grabbed my elbow, "Don't leave, Angelica. Please, can you once just sit and talk with me? I feel like a weird, stalker when I give you my number and you haven't even truly talked with me." I laughed, "No, Mark. I'm working, and if you feel that way, you don't have to leave your damned number.". I continued on and went to a different table, it was filled with a few older women who had apparently been watching Mark and I, "May I take your orders?". The one nearest to me (leader?) smiled sweetly, like old ladies do and softly began to speak, "That boy over there, he seems nice, can you give him a drink for me? I'll buy it.". I looked back slightly to see Mark looking at his phone (like most americans now days), "Um, I guess I can do that. Anything particular?" her voice was shaky "Whatever he is drinking now. Oh, don't tell him it's from me, okay dear?", I nodded then walked away after getting their actual orders. I placed their orders and then went to get their drinks, I did so and took a tray of pretty much all sweet teas to the table, "Don't forget, don't tell him it's from me.". I nodded then walked over to Mark and sat down the drink, he looked up "I didn't order a second drink.", I half smiled and tried to sound nonchalant "It's on the house.". He just looked at me then smiled a bit and went back to his dumb phone, I walked back over to the table of ladies who were watching the entire time. "You should take a break." one sudgested as she wove a manager over, "Yes ma'ma? I something upsetting you?", the manager glanced over at me when she said 'upsetting' (prick). The old lady smiled, "You should let this young lady take a break. She is very nice and I think she deserves it." I starred down at the table in embarresment (I dont need a break) the manager then put her hand on my shoulder, "Go on and take a break Angelica.". She kind of sighed but then shooed me off after I had tried to tell her I was okay, I dragged my feet a bit as I then walked over to a tiny table and took out my tiny Ipod with the ear buds wrapped around it. I began to play soft piano music and write on a napkin a list of things i'd needed to get done once home, I looked up for a second to see Mark had moved himself to sit in front of me, he sat there sipping his drink and screwing about on his phone. I starred at him (He isn't that bad looking to be honest), "Mark." I said his name just to make him raise his head so I could look at his face right on (Something I had usualy avoided doing when he tried to talk to me). He looked up, his eyes were a deep brown that made your heart melt with one glance but his nose is what cough my eye. It was a potato nose, wide but a regular if not small nose, it was quiet cute (to me anyway). He didn't question me as I starred at his face, studying it, he chuckled a little though and met his eyes with mine once they found their way back to the brown heart warming colour. "Hello." his voice was deep and filled the silent void, "Hi there." I replied to see him smiling and watched him turn his phone off. I took out my earbuds and awaited the conversation he'd been asking for for about a week now.