Chapter 3

                                    

                                          
As I start walking over to the man who no one has ever seen before, I notice he's staring at me. He's staring at me with eyes that I cannot seem to distance myself from. When I get to his table, I take in his appearance. He has dark hair, which looks slightly messy but in a good way. His eyes are a brown color; not an ugly shade, they're a hypnotizing brown. He has a slight stubble, and nicely shaped lips. I can't help but wonder what they would feel like. 
Not noticing that I was already standing in front of him, I shake those thought out of my head. This man is just staring up at me, and I don't know if I'm just making this up in my mind but - it looked like he sniffed me from across the room, if that's even possible for someone to do. 
Looking down at my apron, I grab a pen and notebook that is in one of the 3 pockets the apron has on it. 
"Hello sir.. my name is Marah and I will be your server today!" Trying to do my job and be polite, I just can't help notice that his eye color looks a little different than it did earlier. It was more of a brown, now it's slightly gold? Unlocking my eyes from his, i look down at my paper and pen again. 
The man seemed to be perplexed at something, making the sound of a sigh. 
"Nice to meet you... Marah." My name rolled off his tongue beautifully, like poetry coming right out of a book. - he continued. 
"You have a unique name. It is beautiful." The man says. Slightly smiling at his kind words, I change the subject and go back to doing my job. 
"Thank you sir - would you like anything to drink?" I ask, holding onto my pen tightly. 
He noticed that I clenched my pen. 
"Are you nervous Marah?" He asks looking up at me through his eyelashes. 
Looking back up at him, I catch his eyes again - but this time, I escape them with no hesitation, but still able to look into them. It seemed to confuse him for some odd reason. 
"Uh, no I.. - are you new here? I've never seen you around here before?" I question, keeping my eyes locked onto his without getting lost in them. 
He laughs, sounding forced with confusion in his eyes. 
"Yes Miss, I am just passing through." He says. 
"Ah, okay.. that explains not seeing you before." I say while pointing the tip of the pen towards him.  Looking down at my notepad, I notice that he still didn't answer my question about the drink.
"So anyways... what would you like to drink?" Asking again. Hoping this time he answers me so I can get out of this awkward situation.
Noticing him looking me up and down, I decided to stand up straight, letting him know that I'm not one to be fucked with if he does something stupid. 
He notices, giving a grin. 
"Well, you don't have anything on your menu that is... my acquired type of taste." He says. Not having any idea what he meant by that, I look down at my notebook again. 
"Well sir, water doesn't have a specific taste type, so would you like that? Tap okay? It's not too complicated so..." I ask, still trying to be polite, but sounding a little sarcastic. 
"Yes Miss, that'll do. Thank you." He says, still keeping his eyes on me. 
Turning around, I head straight to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass, I turn on the sink putting the glass underneath the running water. 
That's when I see Jasmine walking over to me. 
"You took an awfully long time over there. Do you know who he is?" She asks, turning her head to look at him though the doors window.
I huff. "He hasn't given me a name. He said he's just passing though - but he's odd? I don't know, all I know is that he's definitely not from around here." 
Jasmine gave me a confused look, furrowing her eyebrows.
"What's that supposed to mean?" 
"I don't know... he just talks different I guess. He doesn't use the same slang as us. He's more 'proper'." 
After the cup was filled with water, I grab some ice from under the counter, and plop it in making it icy cold. The feeling of the coldness felt disgusting on my hand. Wet and freezing. I wince at the feeling. Turning my body around to head back to the man, I see him laugh. He must of noticed me wince at the water. I don't know what's so funny about it. 
Walking up to his table, I put the glass of water down in front of him. Looking down, i see some splash down out of the cup and onto the table.
"Here's your water sir. Would you like anything to eat?" Asking, I grab my notebook and pen out once again. 
"No thank you Miss. Like I said, I am just passing by." 
"Well, alright? I guess it was nice meeting you...?" 
"Pedro." He said his name. 
Pedro
His name is different. There were no Pedro's around here. Everyone all had the same generic name. James, Andrew, Tony... you get the point. Pedro's name was different, and I liked it? 
I give a soft smile, turning around. Now that all of that is over, I start walking around to my specific tables asking how everyone's meals are or grabbing more orders. Even though I'm busy and am doing my job, I can't help but look over at Pedro, noticing that he is always keeping his eyes on me - but over time his eyes faded away, leaving like an empty alleyway. It was like part of my soul dis-attached from my very being. I have no clue why I am feeling like this. Only meeting this man once, it's feels like our souls have met before. - he up and left, leaving his empty glass behind. Maybe because he was gone, that's why I feel like this? Because it's one less customer? Shaking the thought away from my head, I walk over to where he was sitting so I can pick up his glass. 
When I get over there, I see that the glass isn't empty like I thought it was but is still full? 
Wait... why is it full? Why did he order it if he wasn't going to drink it? 
Perplexed, I grab his cup and some other dishes that I grabbed from the other tables and bring them to the back. 
The night had passed slowly, and it was now closing time. Jasmine had already left, as did the rest of the customers. So did Jonathan and Melissa, and everyone else that works here besides Brian because he didn't come in today.
It is finally time to head home, being that it is 1 in the morning. - I always lock up at night. Brian says he 'only trusts me' to have the key. Honestly, I'd rather not have it so I can go home early like the rest of my co workers but it didn't work out that way. 
After I walk outside and lock the diner's doors, I grab my car keys out of my purse, getting ready to open my car door to head home.