Chapter 3

TYBERIAS' POV (tie-beer-ius) "What have you got?" "Juliana Hernandez: 22 years old, has a 2year old sister, works at Café Rouge, both parents are still alive however her father is unemployed and her mother hasn't visited them in a couple years." "Okay. You can go now." I said to Adams before he scurried off out of my office. I punched the bridge of my nose as I sighed deeply. Ever since I saw Juliana last night, I haven't been able to get her out of my head since and I fùcking hated it. I don't know what the hell was wrong with me. I had barely even spoken to the girl yet she was dominating my every thought. A knock on the door bought me back to reality. "What is it?" I said to Tiffany, my secretary, as she poked her head through the door. "Mr Smith is here for your 2:00 meeting, sir." She said. I sighed. I completely forgot about that. "Reschedule the meeting. I have other matters to attend to." I said and stood up to put on my jacket that was in the back of my seat. "Are you sure, sir. Mr Smith travelled over an hour to meet you today." "Did I stutter?" I asked her and raised my eyebrow. "No, sir. I- I'll go reschedule the meeting" she stuttered and rushed out of my office. Since when did my employees get so scared of me. I wasn't that scary, was I? I walked out of my building to see my driver waiting for me outside. "Where to, sir?" "Café Rouge" "Are you sure, sir. That's not normally your type of scene." My driver said. I was sick of everyone questioning me lately. I glared at the driver and he gulped before turning around and driving. We arrived in about 10 minutes and I stepped inside the café to see it was quite empty since most the customers were probably at work. I looked around for Juliana and internally smiled when I saw her behind the counter. 'Holy shït' I thought to myself. She looked just as beautiful as she did yesterday with her long black hair and curls that were tighter than mine. She had caramel skin and hazel eyes. She was yawning while leaning on the counter and her eyes began to slowly close and then open back up. She was struggling to stay awake. Without waiting another second, I walked towards her but she still hadn't noticed my presence. I cleared my throat to gain her attention and she shot up from her sleeping position. "Hi, welcome to Café Rouge. What can I get you?" She said tapping on the machine in front of her. She still hadn't looked up. "What would you recommend?" I asked. I was now close enough to see the light freckles covering her face- Could this girl get any more perfect? "My personal favourite is the white chocolate Mocha. It's-" she began but stopped mid-rant when she looked up from her screen Her big, pouty lips parted as she remembered me from yesterday, the action causing me to lick my lips and my pants to instantly tighten. Shocked that the simple action caused this reaction from me, I cleared my throat. No girl has ever affected me this much. "It's... you" she said, confused. "I was just about to head back to work before I decided to get a coffee. I didn't realise you worked here" I lied. Smooth. "Yeh. I've been working here for a couple years now." She said. Something caught my eye as I looked to the side towards the children's playroom where the same little girl Juliana was carrying the other night was playing in the ball pit. Is that her daughter? "That's my sister Estella, they let me keep her there while I've got no one to look after her" she said. She must have seen me staring. "Juliana, can you hurry up out there and help me with these." A voice said com inside the staff only section. "Just give me a minute" she yelled back and turned to me. "As I was saying before, I would recommend the White Chocolate Mocha with extra whipped cream." "I trust your opinion. White Chocolate Mocha it is" I said. She nodded and tapped in the screen in front of her. "That would be $4.50" she said and I reached in my wallet to pull out a $50 bill. She hesitantly took it and began to get my change from the cash register but I stopped her. "Keep the change" I said and her eyes widened. "What? It's too much. I can't accept it." She shook her head. "I insist" She hesitantly nodded and turned to make my drink. As much as I tried to resist, I couldn't help my eyes as they wandered to her behind. Damn. She turned back around after a couple moments and handed me my drink. "Here's your drink, have a nice day." I took a sip and my eyes widened at how good it tasted. "It's really good. I might need to start coming her more often." I said. "Thanks" she said and a small blush overtook her face. She was so beautiful. Like something I had never seen before. And like a love sick puppy I couldn't look away. What kind of witchcraft was this? "Is there anything else you needed?" She asked when she noticed I still hadn't left. "Yes actually. Can I get..." I was about to ask for her number and I think she knew this because she looked up at me with hopeful eyes. "...Can I get… a napkin with this?" I finished, internally cursing myself for pùssying out. "Oh, of course" she said, the disappointment evident in her voice. "Thanks" I said as she handed me the napkin and I began to walk away. Damnit. The one chance I had, and I messed it up.