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Alistair pulled up to her apartment at 6, deciding to come 20 minutes early, as he began to call her. She didn't pick up until after the 4th ring, as she sounded a little constrained.

"H-hey! I'll buzz you in, just finishing getting dressed!" She said as she pressed a button. The door buzzed and opened a little, as Alistair walked into the small area with a staircase. He head up to the 3rd floor and apartment number 56, as he got the number the other night before they went to dinner. He knocked on the door once, as it swung open before he was able to do it a second time. A brightening, but exhausted, smile was sent on the 5'1 woman's face.

"Ready?" She asked, as he nodded slowly. She locked the door and walked down the stairs, as the male followed. His eyes became glued to the way her hips swayed with each step, blushing softly at himself for ogling, and quickly looked ahead. Once out of the complex, she head down the road, whistling softly as they head to the bus stop,

Alistair watching Rosalinda pulling out two dollars and four quarters. She handed him the two quarters, as he raised a brow.

"Here's two quarters, just in case you don't have any on you right now. And sorry, I only brought money for my fares here and back and two more quarters for you." She explained to him, as she continued to walk to the corner, where the bus sign was.

Once they made it to the bus stop, he saw the bus already pulling up, amazed she knew exactly when the best time was to make it to the stop. As she got on, and he followed like a lost puppy, he watched her put the money into a plastic container. He did the same and followed her to the back of the bus, looking around at the other people on the bus. She sat down in an empty seat and patted the one next to her, motioning for him to sit. He sat down carefully but jolted forward slightly when the bus began to move down the street.

Looking at the time, he was slightly amazed she wasn't worried about one of her employees getting there early to unlock it for her, so maybe they could start prepping? He simply didn't ask, allowing the morning silence take over the atmosphere.

After about a 15 minute drive, Rosalinda stood up and motioned him to do so as well, pulling a string by the window, signaling the bus to stop. Once off the bus, she was heading off again, as he questioned how much of a commute she made in the morning. But, once the two turned down the block's corner, he noticed a long line that head up the street and...straight to her diner.

She began to say good morning to the customers and patted some of the children's heads, as she made it to the locked door. Rosalinda pulled out her keys and unlocked and pushed the doors open, as she pushed Alistair in. She then followed, as people began to flood in and take their seats, as employees slowly began flood in as well.

He questioned how she kept things so organized when such a mess of people just came in and sat down without being told where to sit. She tapped his shoulder from behind, the confuzzled man turning to her, as she held out an apron. He took it slowly and tied it around his waist.

"C'mon, since you don't know how to do these things, you can watch and just pour coffee." She told him, as the businessman found no problem with this task. She headed over to a table and Alistair followed behind her, closely watching her put on a bright smile. She greeted the customers and asking them how some people were and writing things down already while they talked. She said how long it would take, and walked over to the kitchen window. She put their order in, as her cook, Randy, usually got there 20 minutes earlier before her with a key to prep.

Alistair was surprised she could even remember customer's names, but their family's names and orders without them asking?! He was astounded by this memorization, as he then lost track of her in the sea of people quickly. Pouting, he felt a tug on his arm, dragging him to the back of the diner's counter, handing him a filled coffee pot.

"Go around and pour it for people who have coffee, please," Rosalinda asked, before disappearing again. And he did just what he was asking, and didn't see Rosalinda take a seat until about 1:30 P.M., with only a couple of people left in the establishment. He didn't know how she did this practically every. Single. Day! But, he'd give her that his feet hurt for standing for so long, since his job is sedentary and quiet all day, well besides meetings.

He noticed her going over to the last of the customers and handed them their check as they left. Rosalinda quickly rushed into the back and Alistair stalked behind her, as he wondered what was to happen next during this quiet time. She quickly began to prep things for lunch with Randy in the kitchen, the employee and employer moving in sync. Rosalinda felt his presence over her shoulder, as she continued to cut up tomatoes.

"I need you to go up front and wipe down the tables quickly and well with Hunter and Julie, my other two waiters, please." She asked him, her back still facing him, as he nodded. He head out front, grabbed a damp towel and spray, wiping down the tables well.

Once he finished wiping off the last seat, a new sea of people began to swarm in for lunch, Alistair amazed and already stressed. He then felt a tug on his sleeve, pulling him to the back of the counters again, as he looked at Rosalinda, as she gave him a polite smile.

"Look, I understand this is the deal we made, and you seem like you've never done this before, but you're taking up more space than using it. So, just pass out menus for now, please." She told him kindly and rushed off to the next table. She began taking orders again with a kind smile and continued to take care of the rush.

Alistair, once again, took orders from someone else, his first time doing something for someone else's benefit, and not for his business.

Finally, lunch rush ended around 4:30, as Rosalinda said goodbye to her employees, after they helped her clean up a little. Rosalinda locked the door and Alistair being the only one left with her. He was getting ready to turn around and ask her when they'll be leaving, but she was nowhere to be seen in the dining area.

He raced into the kitchen and saw her scrubbing away again at the pretty clean kitchen, but did see some dirt. He walked over, but she held a hand up, causing him to freeze mid-walk. She pointed to the floor where some mustard lied, as he nodded.

"Can I help with anything?" He asked, as Rosalinda smiled and turned to him.

"No thanks, not saying you won't do a good job, but I have a certain way I clean and how well I clean it. You can just relax, seems like you were stressed enough with the rushes." She chortled at how frazzled he looked during the herd of customers.

Alistair simply nodded and sat down, looking over his phone at some messages and emails from work. After an hour the young adult walked out of the kitchen.

"C'mon, it's 5:30, and I'm hungry." She laughed as her stomach growled, heading to the door as Alistair followed.

"Well, I know a restaurant-"

"No, you're hanging with me today, so if you believe that eating out is something I do every day, you've got the wrong person." She turned her back to him, once they stepped out of the diner, with a scowl on her face. She locked the door behind them, Rosalinda shivering a bit at from the 40-degree weather.

"We're cooking back at my apartment, so don't even try and convince me otherwise." She told him, as the grown man pouted and followed her to the bus. Once again the two pulled out their money and got on the bus, now talking on the way back about anything from politics to random things they've seen in town.

As they got off, Rosalinda kicked a few rocks and grabbed her keys out of her jean's pocket. She hummed a softly melody, unlocked the front door to the complex once they walked up, and head up the staircase to her apartment. Alistair followed, wondering if she was a neat freak to her apartment too, like her diner, but once they got inside, his jaw dropped. It wasn't... a complete disaster, but it wasn't as clean as he thought compared to her setup.

"Wow, compared-"

"I have insomnia, so really, I don't wanna clean. I just sit outside." She cut him off, as he nodded. She walked to her fridge, her kitchen just as clean as her diner's, which confused him more. Rosalinda noticed his furrowed brows, looking around the kitchen, as she laughed softly.

"I like to keep my kitchen sanitary. Its just gross to set food down if it's dirty." She explained and pulled out pasta, sausage, and mushrooms from her fridge. She then grabbed red sauce from her cabinet, humming softly, as she began to get her pans and pots together.

"Are you allergic to anything I put on the counter?" She asked, the male shaking his head.

"Not allergic to anything." He hummed, as she smiled.

"I'm allergic to bee stings," she told him, washing her hands and mushrooms. Alistair began to help, knowing how to slice mushrooms, as she began to stir the sauce and put in basil, oregano, parsley, garlic salt, and a little of Italian seasoning. Alistair began to think of how to break the silence until Rosalinda broke it for him.

"So, have a family at home?" She asked the male chuckling in amusement from the question.

"Well, if I did have a wife, I don't think she would be happy with me spending time with you and taking you to dinner." He joked, as the woman blushed and continued to stir the sauce. She then took the sliced mushrooms, and put them in a pan with vegetable oil and began to saute them with garlic. Humming softly, she grabbed her phone, and hooked it up to one of her speakers and began to softly play music through it, classic rock to be specific. He couldn't help but smile, watching her sway to the music and continue to cook.

"C'mon! Dance we me! I hate this awkward silence, makes me feel so uncomfortable and I hate that." She laughed and continued to dance around. Alistair continued to watch, then shrugged, joining in. This wasn't something he was used to, but it did begin to dissolve the uncomfortable cloud that hung above them.

About half an hour later of the two cooking, dancing, and singing like teens around the kitchen, they sat down on the nice, plush couch and began to eat. The music continued to play in the background, as Alistair couldn't help but moan at the first bite.

"Can I have this recipe? I want my cook to start cooking this for me." He mumbled, eating more of it, as she laughed softly.

"Sure, just remind me later, but you have a whole staff at home I'm guessing?" She asked, raising a brow, as he chuckled nervously and nodded.

"I don't...Have much time to do things at home, and if I didn't have them...well...I probably wouldn't eat at all." He joked as she shook her head.

"I'm not judging. You live happily, so that's all that matters." She replied with a small smile, taking a bite of her food. Alistair couldn't help but watch her tongue run over her plump bottom lip from a bit of sauce left on it, but his eyes quickly looked back at her green ones.

"Isn't it boring living alone?" He asked finally, the question eating at him for the hour or so he's been there. She thought for a moment then shook her head.

"No, if I lived with someone they would tell me to go to bed every night and try to put me on medication." She laughed, taking it all lightly and jokingly, but Alistair found it...Upsetting. If he lived there, he would strap her to the bed and make her sleep-

But, he didn't live there, so he didn't have any right to try and tell her she should try and get meds and sleep.

"But, I like looking at the sky at night and when I can't see the stars, I just read." She shrugged, the man amazed that she found this so normal. To just...not sleep.

"Well, you should try tonight. My job is very tiring and I don't need you passing out." He said as she laughed hard.

"If you didn't see my diner today, then you don't know my stamina well enough." She laughed, as he shook his head. Once both of them were done, they head back into the kitchen and began to wash dishes: Rosalinda washing and Alistair drying, and learning where she puts her dishes.

They began to sing and dance again while doing dishes, but the female quickly slipped on water that was on her floor and began to fall backward. Alistair watched her foot slip and was quick to catch her in his arms. Rosalinda had her eyes squeezed shut, ready for impact, until she didn't feel it, opening them to see Alistair so close to her face, she could feel the warmth of his breath.

"T-thanks..." She stuttered, her face a cherry red, as his cheeks went into a soft pink shade.

"No problem, gotta watch where you're dancing." He laughed, as she laughed along softly as well. But, he couldn't seem to pull away, just wanting to hold her closer.

He began to get closer, Rosalinda's eyes widened when she knew what he was doing, as she blushed deeper. Their lips brushed softly against one another until she turned her cheek to his face. His phone began to ring, his lips lightly pressed against her right cheek before he quickly pulled her up, and answered his phone, his face a bright red.

"Alistair Hamelton," he said in a professional tone, clearing his throat, walking into the other room. Rosalinda cupped her cheeks in horror...She barely knew this guy! She sighed heavily and took a seat after she finished drying the dishes. She ran a hand, or tried to, through her hair until her hand got caught in a knot. She simply threw it up into a messy bun, as Alistair walked in.

"Thank you for dinner, but I must go. There's a lot going on that I have to fix at the company. I need you at my house by 9:30 sharp." He hummed Rosalinda nodding.

"Goodnight," he smiled, heading out of the house. She simply waved, then let out a long breath once the door closed.

"Jesus! What is going on?!" She yelled softly to herself and stood up.

She head to her balcony and sat outside, looking at the sky. But, the burning feeling of his lips against her cheek was still there, scaring her, as if she was catching feelings too. Taking a deep breath, she leaned back in her seat.

Tomorrow was gonna be the last time she'd see him for a while, she needed time away from these idiotic feelings. She couldn't like him, he was some grand bachelor, and she...she was just a woman living a life as simple as possible. She leaned forward, leaning against her knees, as her voices began to scream at her over just little things. And wishing the slip never happened, the images replaying in her mind.

Well, that night she, again, didn't sleep, usually able to get three hours, but not this time. Her thoughts ran over how she was possibly falling for a...a tycoon! She screamed loudly when her alarm went off at 6 A.M., not ready to face him again.

Maybe she'd call in sick for the first time?

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