Alternative reality. No wiccan group. How did our lovers meet? I promise much angst and lovey dovey!

The Alternative Part 1
Working in a Chinese restaurant has never been harder. It is the Chinese New Year and every single Chinese I know or do not know is here.
“One more Har Kao please!” random man shouted at me.
Do I even look Chinese to him? I may be a little pasty looking but still. I thought the red hair was loud enough. Sigh. Ok I work here. So shout at me. One Har Kao coming right up.
My right eyelid has been twitching the whole evening as I zoom in and out of the kitchen. My arms are dead and my legs numbed. All I want to do is go back and sleep. But not for another 2 hours. Goddess, help me.
As if on cue, this blond hair lady walked through the front door. She looks around nervously and catches my attention. She nods unsurely at me and tried to smile. For a moment, the entire restaurant is not here. All the noises stop and there are only us. She parts her lips to say something at me but no words came out. I squints my eyes to focus on my hearing but still nothing. Things are moving in slow motion suddenly. All I know is how nice it would be if I’m kissing those lips as I wet my own unconsciously. Who is she?
“Willow!” that sharp screeching voice snap me out of dreamland. It’s my lady boss catching me in a trance. Startled, almost dropped the plates I am holding. I smiled apologetically and went to the kitchen to put the plates.
I rush out again hoping to see her, she was still there. I walk boldly towards her as she waits for me, head slightly dipped, as if she is shy. Is she?
“Eh, hi. What can I get you? Some Har Kao? Siew Mai? Spicy tofu and prawns Steamed pomfret and tomatoes Stir fried noodles Sater cess with pork ribs soup that’s our soup of the day by the way.” I blabbered. When she didn’t reply, I tried again. “Spring rolls Sweet and spicy pork Steamed prawns in garlic Fried chicken in lemon sauce Pork balls Chicken rolls Crab stick Black pepper crab Glutinous rice in lotus leaves Steamed chicken with ginger?” I start out quickly in one breath. Looking at her expectantly.
“O-o-oh-oh wow. What a w-wide r-range of food.” She replies. I realise I must have shocked her by reciting the menu with such efficiency. But some times its fun to do something to like entertain yourself. Cos you can only read the menu in so many ways and when people hear it over and over again its boring so I try to do some thing new everyday and reading the menu backward sounds like a good idea so even the food will sound more apptetising now. I breathe mentally. Its about time I gave her an answer.
“Ha. Ha. Sorry. What would you like for dinner?” I finally calm myself down. Her eyes have such calming effects. And what’s her smell, it’s very soothing too. It feels so good to be standing right next to her.
“Spring rolls and payaya please. Take-away” She said smoothly. As if she have said this all her life.
“Ok! Springs and payaya that is.” I smile and nodded.
It didn’t take long for the food to get ready. I am disappointed she has to leave so quickly. I haven’t even sneaked 30 glances at her yet! I hope she didn’t see. But I know she caught one when I lingered too long. I blush at the thought. Gingerly, I bring the food to her.
“Must you go?” Opps! “Here you go. Please come again!” Please! My mind screams. I must be in a trance again cos the next thing she said was “W-Willow? H-here’s the money.”
“Oh! Ok! Thanks!” With that, she smiled and left, letting her long silky hair flow and fall in front of her shoulders.
She called my name. It seems to take on a whole new meaning. Willow. Sounds different coming out from her. Willow. I like the way she says it. Willow. I kept hearing my name, her voice. Who is she? What’s her name?
To be continued...
Edited by: Pose Vixen at: 7/4/03 1:37 am
maybe the next time not just because of the food
How funny is that