One Shot - Mr. Olive Green Tee

Mr. Olive Green Tee

The best thing about being the official waitress of your lazy friends is…you get to give a once over to the crowd around you and pick the happy faces among them and lift your own spirits.

I had groaned initially when I was asked to order cokes for all of my friends, again. But then again, I told myself that it wasn't all bad after all. There is always a positive note to it.

Thanks goodness that my bestie offered to help, and we made a move to the inside of the restaurant from the open terrace we were seated at, letting go of the fresh air and entering into the artificially chilled air. As soon as I cross the threshold, I feel the sudden blow of air and I giggle as I feel like an actress from a movie, who would have her hair fly beautifully every time something beautiful happens.

I shake my head as I make my way to the counter, nodding at something my friend keeps saying from beside. My eyes trail around casually taking in the ambiance, different stalls that are around us, offering us mouthwatering delicacies. I see people from different states, different countries even sit and chat. I smile taking in all that. This mall being located in the center of various Multinational companies, is a hub for employees and the coolest hang out point for employees at weekends like these.

I see glittering balloons and shining stars around us and smile knowing that Christmas season is here already.

I flip my mobile in my hand continuously, a characteristic habit of mine when I listen to something my bestie says, and my eyes casually trail off towards my right and for a moment, I forget listening to what she was saying, and take another glance at the place.

The sight was nothing unusual. There were four men sitting at a table, laughing over something. Yet, it was not the sight that had captured my attention. It was a person... one of them.

Sitting so that his profile was visible from where I stand, I see him smiling over at something while his friends were laughing with their hearts. It was a barely there smile on his face, yet his face lighted up with the little joy and I feel myself staring at the most handsome man I had ever seen.

Olive green tee hugging his broad shoulders, strands of jet black hair falling on his forehead, giving him a boyish look, his hand playing with the coke tin in his hand, his eyes focused somewhere, he was...

"Hey you! Where are you lost?" I hear my friend tapping me on my shoulder, and I snap out of it, whatever I was in.

"Umm nothing" I mumble incoherently as we walk towards the counter.

She was about to place the order but I see her pause for a moment, before turning towards me.

"What should I order?"

I shrug my shoulders dumbly. I probably am in my own little world, still I guess.

"Coke for me" I reply when my hazy brain starts to respond.

"And for others?"

I bite my lower lip as an idea strikes me.

"Should we go back and ask them?"

I know I sound more cheery than I intend to. I see her quirk an eyebrow and I tell myself to sober up.

"You were complaining a moment before that your legs were aching and you don't want to be their official waitress, aren't you?"

"Yeah but... I am fine now. You see, I just realized walking more would reduce the sprain whatsoever I have and see it's such a wonderful wonderful evening" I look around the magnanimous insides of the mall and raise my eyes to find crystal chandeliers and stars hung down from the roof making it exquisite to look at.

I know she doesn't believe me...yet. But for some reason, I see her nodding and falling in step with me as we make our way back to the open terrace, chatting.

It is silly, I know in the heart of my hearts, but I couldn't help but sneak a glance at him. I now see them all immersed in a deep discussion. He was listening to them attentively. I see his lips moving and knew he was speaking something. He was doing that with his poker face on, but still I see his friends roaring with laughter once he was done. Though I had no idea what joke that was all about, I feel my lips stretch involuntarily.

"Which one?" I hear my friend mumble and I jump out of my skin to look at her. I find her smile slyly at me and I lower my eyes feeling guilty.

"So finally, baby is growing up" I hear her say and I try not to show the color that rose in my cheeks.

"And ready to walk two extra rounds just to sneak a glance. Not bad hmm?"

I bite my lip as I try to control both a smile and embarrassment.

"So which one?" I hear her whisper and I don't raise my eyes as I say "Olive green colored tee"

She looks around casually and though she is a poker player, I can see the glint in her eyes when she faces me.

I bite my lip and raise my eyes in question.

"Definitely hot" she mumbles and we both giggle.

We reach the table where our friends are seated and as we take the orders for them, this time I am not bothered by the time they take in deciding or how they go random instead of answering a simple question or that how one of them is already snoring with his head on the table.

I smile at them and I see some of them being astonished at my sudden peppy mood.

After taking orders from our friends, we walk back and this time as I pass the place, I do not have the guts to look at him.

A sense of awareness creeps into me and though I try not to look, I raise my eyes to look at the group and avert my eyes as I feel eyes on me.

We reach the counter and as I try to lower my heartbeat rate, I close my eyes and replay the scene that made my breath hitch, and slowly realization draws in.

I look at my friend who was ordering the drinks unknown to everything around us, and I smile fondly looking at her.

Of course, I felt the gaze but I realize it wasn't directed towards me, but towards her, my bestie. For a fraction of second I forgot what we are. As I look at her now, I see the most beautiful girl clad in a purple colored dress, who is now tapping he fingers idly on the counter. She is pretty, very very pretty. She's beautiful with makeup or without makeup. She's beautiful when she smiles, when she's angry and also when she's particularly doing nothing, simply idling away her time. And her beauty is just not skin deep. She is beautiful at heart too.

I look my reflection at a sliding door and I take myself in. All I saw was a normal girl who wouldn't make any heads turn, who was not anything unusual, who doesn't even fall under the category of being called beautiful, who was more suitable to the role of a protagonists friend and a side kick in a movie. I know the reflection of the girl I see wasn't the protagonist, nor she could ever be.

I smile as I lower my gaze, and take our order and clutch the tray to my chest and keep my eyes fixed on the floor this time we cross the table.

"Not looking at your hero?" I hear her mumble from my side, and I turn to face my bestie and smile at her.

"There is no hero in my story" I say and see her eyebrows scrunch in confusion.

"Remember my life is a chick flick. And there are no heroes whatsoever in chick flicks." I grin looking at her.

She rolled her eyes "I disagree. In fact you have fairy tale like heroes only in chick flicks"

"Blah!" I said and rolled my eyes and for that I got a nudge in my ribs from her.

In the next few minutes while we were crossing the length of the hall, carrying the order to our lazy friends, we were nudging each other and playing leg touch and giggling, not caring about the attention we draw, not noticing the gaze that followed us until we went out of sight...

The very gaze which was directed to one of us, and which one, only God knows...

Originally posted by: spvd

what what what? lol...

Originally posted by: yappingduck

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