Can I cover it now?

Zoren's body was the first thing that engulfed her view.

His back was broad and muscular as you can see his ripped torso

gaping in sweat. From his side view, you can immediately see

how flat his stomach was with abs presenting in front of her.

Her throat felt dry upon seeing him, she gulped.

"Do you like the view?" he asked, chuckling to him;

hearing his voice felt like she was listening to something from a

song. "Can I cover it now?" he added to which she blinked

several times, blushing.

Emmie averted her gaze from his body and how she

wished that the Earth could swallow her up. She lowered her

gaze and walked towards the vacant locker. It had her name

written on it. She opened the door and put her stuff inside before

taking out an apron and a cup.

Without further words, she quickly left the room and

headed straight to the counter. She took over Oddette's duty and

managed to learn how to operate the cashier register.

After some time, she was now accosted to it. Her friend

then left her responsible with the task as her day fairly moved

smoothly. It was not that difficult to begin with. She was able to

make a sailing job to which she can say is satisfactory.

It was around eight o' clock in the evening when she saw

Zoren approaching her. She stared at him for a few seconds

before the man motioned to speak.

"You can have a break and have your dinner," he said to which

she blinked a few times. "Don't worry; I'll call you in case there's

a customer. Right now, take advantage of the decreasing number

of people and have your meal."

Emmie nodded her head, her stomach growling. "Okay,

thank you."

She immediately went her way towards the locker room

to get her food. She finished in less than half an hour and rapidly

went back to the counter. She didn't see Zoren anywhere and so

she roamed around her gaze inside the shop.

Upon not seeing him even a dim chance of his shadow,

she furrowed her brows. Where did that man go?

She was about to come back to her station when her eyes

landed at him, sitting on the floor near the counters. He was busy

typing on his phone when suddenly, he spoke.

Most of the time, starting from eight until we close there

are no more customers. We would be lucky enough if we have

one or a group of people dining in." Zoren speaks looking at her.

"And that happens if there's an event going on at the plaza." She

feels like her words were stuck on her throat as she can't

respond.

"Are you okay?" he asked, suddenly noticing changes in

her reaction.

She nodded. "Ye… Yes, I'm okay." She couldn't help

stammering from tension. Earlier, before she went for a break,

she could still tolerate Zoren's existence but now; she couldn't

help feeling uncomfortable and shy. It was a new feeling.

Having the man stand up next to her makes her feel

weak; her heart would start pounding her, thinking that he was a

predator ready to launch at his prey.

She gulped.

If he were to become her husband, she's sure to become

a submissive wife.

As she was lost in her own thoughts, her mind

automatically wavered towards the other region; her thoughts

were clouded with delusions, thinking how the man would take

her to bed, if he really were to become her husband.

Busy being preoccupied, she was only taken aback when

she heard the shop door open and close. The same three women

visited the place, taking a table near the kitchen where you can

easily peek inside.

The three were busy looking at the menu. She's grateful

that there's music engulfing the entirety of the place as it

removes the awkward silence of the shop.

"Have the three women entered the shop?" Zoren

whispered. Her forehead immediately creased. He suddenly

appeared out of nowhere. "Don't talk, just nod if I'm correct," he

added to which she followed.

"Please go take their order. If they ask about me, tell

them that I was out with my girlfriend," he ordered. Emmie

practiced smiling to herself first before approaching the ladies.

"Good evening ladies, are you all ready for your orders

to be taken?" she politely asks her pen and paper ready.

"Alright give us medium sized seafood pizzas and soda,"

the blonde woman said.

"Flavor of your soda, Ma'am?" she asks to which the

woman turned to look at her companion.

The other one answered, "Sprite."

"Diet coke for me," the blonde woman said.

"Sprite also for me," the third one added.

She repeated their orders. "Three medium sized seafood

pizza, two sprite drinks and one diet coke," the blonde woman

nodded.

"Your orders will be ready after half an hour." She

smiled and turned around, walking away when she felt the

woman's hand on her wrist.

"Where's Renzo?" She furrowed her brows. The name

didn't sound familiar and so it took her a few seconds before

realizing it was Zoren. Upon recovering, she smiled at the

customer and spoke.

"He went out with his girlfriend."

"So he has a girlfriend? You know what? I'll cancel our

order. I lost my appetite to eat. It's just a waste of money if we

can't finish our food." She was stunned when the three women

stood up and walked away, she was left there alone like an idiot

in the middle of the shop