Sold - 5

Eve:

"Girl, look at him. He looks like an angel. Not that I have seen one." she showed me a bunch of pictures of a man, who looked exactly like the one I saw this early morning, who was also responsible for morning traffic in cold winter.

"Oh, so his name is Dylan Pearson," I said, confirming but uninteresting.

"I saw him today," I told her and started cleaning the countertop.

"OMG, are you for real?" she startled me as she went full animated.

"How the heck did you get a chance to see him? is he handsome? Tell me where did you saw him? Tell me, I heard his eyes are pure blue. Is that true? What was he wearing? How tall is he?" she asked, with expected excitement in her tone.

"Was he with a girl? I am so excited about this. I want every single detail." She begged. At that very moment, I seriously wanted to get the hell out of here. Obviously, you wouldn't be able to fucking control her whenever she went berserk, describing a man of the year.

I honestly didn't know Sophia for a long time to figure out what type of person she might be. As far as I could tell, she was very emotional unlike me. If I was ever to compared her I was sure I could control my emotions as I always have in spite of situations.

"Take a deep breath, Sophia." I laughed at her reaction. She nearly looked like a dead rat in the science lab, just waiting to be an experimental project.

"Okay." she took a deep breath. "You have to tell me everything, okay?" scratching her head. she waited impatiently for me to explain everything.

"As usual, I left home early..."

Before I would ever get to finish my sentences, she interrupted me. "Just tell me the part where you had the opportunity to meet him."

"Wasn't she just asking for every detail?" I muttered under my breath, staring at her weird and impatience expression. I have to admit, I haven't seen anyone as aggressive as her about the billionaire, who happened to handsome and not bold like most of the billionaire would appear.

"I saw him while I was stuck in a freeway. He caused all that chaos for heavy traffic."

"I knew it." She rose with excitement. "It was on the television news this morning. Unfortunately, they didn't show his face." she paused, thinking. "I wish I had come to work late."

"How does he look? I heard his blue eyes are so sexy. Is it true?" she asked, making her eye pupil bigger than ever.

"He was handsome. I guess." I shrugged. Before I would get annoyed by another question about a man, who happened to be a billionaire. Customers started walking in.

"Thank goodness, I was saved," I muttered under my breath and started taking customers' orders.

In half an hour, I was almost finished serving twenty customers in the line. Luckily, I had no complaints. We usually have afternoon customers with lower attitude and that was what keeping my mood happy and ongoing. Glancing at the time clock, I had come to the realization that it was time for my break.

"Do you want me to take a break?" I asked her.

"You got it, girl." she smiled widely.

I grabbed my phone by the counter. "I will see you in half an hour," I said.

I was preparing to leave, grabbing my purse from the lower counter, when my eyes suddenly fixed into a man, who was at the store entrance with the bunch of ladies by his side.

"It's Dylan Pearson," Sophia almost fainted with an excitement. "It's Dylan Pearson. OMG." She shouted his name repeatedly.

He entered the shop, leaving everyone shocking with his unexpected appearance.

"Dylan Pearson is here," Sophia screamed. "I can't believe he is actually here. In our store." That was expected, her to overreact encountering the only man she dreamed of meeting someday.

Guess what? It seemed like it was her lucky day, wasn't it? She had the opportunity to meet this so-called billionaire today when I was still hungry and feeling very chilly in this cold weather. He had to make an appearance all of a sudden, blocking my way out.

"I really need to save money for another goodwill shopping." And that was my current thought while watching the man with a silver platter.

Every customer in the store went to him, asking for autographs, taking his pictures. The ladies he came with were trying to help with the traffic, but he seemed like he was enjoying his time as he was surrounded by a bunch of random people when everyone there was treating him like a God.

"How can I get through these people? I am so dead." I mumbled while trying to find a way out to get out.

It took me five minutes to get the hell away from the crowded people. Unfortunately, I didn't even have time to finish my lunch as I would like to finish it slowly. After ten minutes of free time, I had to get back to work.

When I return from the break. There was no customer. It looked like whoever that guy was and whatever reason he was here for, he was longer in our store. However, I found Sophia day-dreaming and news in a television still showing his arrogant face, revealing his not so interesting biography.

I immediately change the channel and left it where it was showing the movie of an actor and actress, I didn't even recognize.

Sophia was continuously staring at the ceiling, murmuring under her breath. At least she looked happy as she would ever be.

"Sophia, wake up?" I snap her.

"What?" She jerked, glaring at me.

"What happened to the crowd?" I asked. Apparently, feeling completely free of fake people.

"Uh," she sighed, "They all left as soon as Dylan left the store. Can you believe it? He bought hot coffees for his fan. Isn't he cool?" For some reason, her over-excitement tones didn't go away with him. She was carrying that flattering smile whenever she spoke his name.

Dylan! Dylan! Wow, that guy really has a big influence on ladies.

"I left the store for ten minutes and you sold how many hot coffees?" I asked her, keeping my voice grumpy.

"Only seven of them. Since I couldn't get my mind straight. I ended up slipping the rest of the coffee. Dang, I need my extra hours." She sighed and recklessly thrown herself on the desk.