The hairs on the back of my neck rose, signalling his entrance into the lobby connected to the cafe where my meeting with the other math teachers was coming to an end. It took everything in me, not to turn around and find midnight blue eyes, wandering through the guests of his hotel.
“So? It’s settled? All of us giving a pop quiz tomorrow in our first period classes?” Mark asked, looking tired.
I nod and look down at my folders filled with ungraded math homework.
The others agree and get up.
“Amy, you coming?” Mark asked, noticing that I stayed in my seat.
“Nah, I’ll stay and grade my papers,” I said and smiled. “I like the coffee, here.”
“It is good,” Nancy said.
“Bye.” I wave at my co-workers and find my red pen.
Seconds later, I am alone. After breathing out, shakily, I turn around to look at my surroundings, in search of the one of whom has caught my attention two weeks ago.
I find his tall frame leaning against the welcome counter where it is obvious that the host did something wrong, for he kept apologizing. Not wanting to get on the owner’s bad side, I lower my head and start grading. Several times over the past two weeks, we locked eyes, sending unknown feelings through me. Though, I found it nice that he maybe have in fact noticed me, I also found it, a little scary for questionable reasons.
“More coffee? Amy?” Manya, the waitress asked me.
I look up, smiling. “That would be wonderful, thank you.”
“Which grade you grading this time?” Manya asked as she poured me my blissful addiction.
“Twelfth grade, statistics,” I said, frowning.
“Yuck!” She cringed her face and then laughed. “I’m so happy for high school to be over.”
“Sometimes, I think that I’m an idiot for going back,” I told her.
Though, now, there’s a perk cause grading papers helps me learn more about Alex…
“I think you’re amazing for doing that,” Manya said. “It’s one of the hardest jobs out there.
“Manya, table six has been trying to grab your attention,” he said, surprising me because I didn’t know he already finished yelling at the host.
I turn my head to look at him.
How did he get so close without me noticing?
“Right! Sorry! I’ll see you later, Amy,” Manya said fast before walking away to table six.
Our eyes meet.
“Are you enjoying your stay at my hotel?” He asked then.
I nod. “Umm, great coffee.”
“Enjoy your evening, Miss Amy,” Alex said and left.
Feeling shame over my first real encounter with my obsession, I quickly gather my things and leave the hotel, only to be greeted by rain.
When I get home, I help the live-in nurse give a bath to my sick aunt, finish grading homework, and get ready for bed.
I acted like an idiot in front of Alex and I only know his name because I listened in on the waitresses at the cafe. I didn’t believe at first that he’s the owner. He looks so young.
Shaking my head, I take a pillow and scream into it. Being around teenagers is making me feel like them, though when really no one asked for my ID in twelve years!
I throw the pillow back onto the bed and notice that I broke a nail. Nail salon after work, it is.