Forbidden Desire
Chapter 3: Table no 10

"What's with your face?" joyce asked to see Fiona's annoyed face.

"It's all because of the visitor at table no 10. It sucks.." said Fiona put a tray on the table. He then helped Joyce compile the tableware from the dryer.

"What has been done to you?" ask Joyce.

"Ah. Forget it," Fiona replied pursing her lips. Joyce then chuckled and shook her head.

"It looks like some of the tables are empty. Please clean up" said the supervisor.

"Good Mom," Fiona nodded her head.

Fiona came out of the kitchen with a washcloth and cleaning fluid. Actually he is in charge of being waitress, only if visitors are busy their work will double.

Fiona cleaned the table that had just been left by some visitors. His eyes were on table 10. He was surprised when his gaze met the netra of the man sitting at table 10. Fiona's reflexes threw away her face, shifting her gaze.

"Is that guy looking at me? But it's impossible. It could be that she was looking at something that was indeed one-way with me," Inner Fiona sprayed the cleaning liquid onto the table and wiped it.

Fiona is getting closer to that no 10 table. Somehow he was a little nervous, actually since earlier, he secretly glanced at the man. And realized that the man seemed to be staring at her. Ah shit, Fiona became misbehaved even though she was a little afraid to see the man's gaze that was very difficult to interpret.

"Damn it, why is he such a psychopath" murmured Fiona kept cleaning the table. He didn't want to linger there.

"You don't look all right" the man said in a cold tone. Fiona looked up when she heard the man's voice. Hearing the man's voice made him feel a strange sigh within him. I don't know why the man's voice sounded sexy in his ears. Fiona admitted, if the man's face is indeed handsome and mature. Really type. If he is assessed, the age of the man may be 30 or fewer.

"I know if you're aware there's nobody around this table besides you and me" she said, causing Fiona to gulp her saliva. Ah. stupid, Fiona shouldn't have said that. He was ashamed of himself. Fortunately, his job was done, so he could leave.

"I'll go back to the kitchen first, if you want something, you can call another waitress or waitress" Fiona said and left.

An hour later Fiona sees table 10 empty, meaning the man is gone.

"Fiona.." call Samantha. One of the cashiers at the cafe where he works. Fiona walked over to the cashier.

"What's Samantha," Fiona said.

"Visitors at table 10 give you tip money," said Samantha gave 100 dollars as much as 5 pieces.

"Are you kidding? how the guy gave a 500 dollar tip. After all, visitors rarely give us tip money," said Fiona holding the money given Samantha. Even by adding a little more, he can pay his apartment rent for this month.

"You're so lucky. He must be rich. The man is very nice," said Samantha. Actually Fiona wants to refuse. If only that man had directly given her in front of him directly. He might refuse. It felt very strange if the man gave him that much tip money. Usually visitors give him 5-10 dollars only. But how else, he also needs money for his living expenses.

"Then thank you Samantha. I'll give you one sheet" said Fiona giving Samantha US$100.

"Well, thank you Fiona. You're the best" said Samantha happily.

"All right, I'll go back to work first" Fiona said, then left.