>Y/N's POV<
I was at my job just trying to do work in a normal pace, not wanting to rush things. Every so often I would look up wherever I was at, checking to make sure everyone was doing well.
I noticed a familiar tall figure enter the restaurant, we made eye contact, smiling at each other. I decided to look away to keep working. I was doing something until someone called for me.
"Y/N, serve table 10" Diamond told me as always, she was the one who would tell me who to serve.
I went up to table 10 and realized it was Cameron, he smiled when he saw me again.
"Funny seeing you here" He said.
"Yeah because I work here" I joked which he chuckled to.
"So what do you want to drink?"
"I'll have a coke" I nodded, I asked him if he was ready to order which he said yes to.
"What do you want to eat then?"
"You" I was surprised at his response, he laughed at my reaction.
"Anyways what do you actually want to eat" He ordered what he wanted, I wrote it down then left to get his drink and to tell the chef about his order, what was odd though was him always ordering the steak with fresh blood. Strange preference.
I went to serve other customers but had a strange feeling again just like last night, I felt like someone was watching me, there's a lot of customers here so I didn't think much of it.
The day went on and Cameron was still here even after he paid for his food. Why was it? My co-workers seemed to notice and begged me to kick him out so they can use the table.
"Cameron" I caught his attention.
"I'm not trying to be rude or anything but can you please get out of the seat? We have other customers waiting" I tried to be as polite as I could be, he seemed to understand since he got up and left with a smile on his face. That was easier than expected.
I went back to work.
VVV
This past week was going amazing, Cameron and I went out a lot and everyday I fall in love with that man more and more. Though something that bugged me was how that same smell from when I first hugged him was still on him, I wanted to tell him something but decided not to.
We were in his house just chatting on the couch until it was time for me to go home.
"I had a great time but I think it's time for me to go home" I told him, checking my time.
"Y/N.. before you go, can I tell you something?"
"Sure! What is it?" I smiled up at him, he was holding me by my waist but then his grip tightened.. it was like he didn't want me to leave.
"I've wanted to tell you this for a while but..." He looked away then looked back at me.
"I am the devil"
I decided to laugh, what a weird joke.
"Good one" He wasn't laughing or smiling, his face was serious. I felt uncomfortable now.
"No really... I am the devil, love" His eyes turned pitch black and his voice turned demonic, my eyes widened.. what the fuck?
"What's the matter? Not laughing now?" He smiled, showing his pointy teeth, I tried getting off his grip but he wouldn't let go.
