Shock.

Bella's POV.

I watched as she put a ring on his finger. This was making me sick. I was surprised what they were doing here anyway. Amelia was the biggest bitch I knew so far, previously she was my bestfriend. We did everything together including bikini waxing, but that did not stop her from stealing my fiancé. Well it was not stealing if the guy agreed but I still blamed her for it. Despite this Amelia saw it right to tell me that she wanted me to be her best maid. She was now at the my place of work proposing to a man she had seen for three months. I had dated Dylan for two whole years only for him to propose then confess that he had feelings for my bestfriend.

I clapped with the rest of the employees offering a cup of coffee on the house, which Dylan politely declined and offered to pay instead. I wanted to decline the offer but I was depending on tips now that I was working for minimum wage with tuition fees to pay. I warmed the coffee that was left in the pot from earlier in the morning. No way I was making a new cup for these dimwits. If I had no moral conduct I would literally spit in their coffees. I filled two mugs and sent Amanda to deliver the coffee instead. I was so tired of acting like I was okay.

I was relieved when I saw them leave the shop. Hoping the next place I would see them was in hell. I got back to washing the dishes as I awaited my next customer. The café was understaffed and most likely too unhygienic to be functional. The loyalty the customers had though was shocking. Everyday we had an average of twenty regulars and a few visitors. I had the doorbell chime, indicating a new customer. It was too early for rush hour so definitely not a regular. I walked out only to see Leo.

Well at least that is what his username was from yesterdays cam session. The site had clearly said it will not give my information to anyone. He definitely bribed one of the workers from the site to leak my personal information. It was either this guy did not read my pricing chart or he is just a rich guy who likes to give big tips. Yesterdays session he paid me five times my ratings and the only thing I did was talk dirty to the guy. I walked back into the kitchen bumping into my manager.

"Bella, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be waiting on your tables, you have a customer waiting." He said impatiently.

"Well I was just getting Amanda to cover for me, I have a lady emergency," I said holding my stomach.

"You have had a lot of those emergencies this month Bella don't make me fire you, you do know there is a waitlist for people who want to work here," He said his eyebrows raised to a questioning frown.

Well for one I knew there was no waiting list and two he was too afraid of Marcello to fire me. Besides I would rather solve this on my own before this rich prick announces to my co workers that I am a cam girl. I walked out of the kitchen, making sure to make it clear that I was angry. I walked toward him as he looked quite amused , he was probably those rich stalkers who thought the could get away with shit. I was going to change his perspective of that.

He began to talk saying my name which clearly indicated that my identity had been compromised. I was now beyond angry.

"Look the site said nothing about giving out my details and I know my rights which you sir are clearly violating." I said trying to whisper but came nothing close to success.

I watched as his features immediately turn to confusion. My eyes dropped to his Armani shoes, was that Italian leather? He truly was rich. His next statement made me realize how bad I had fucked up. I glanced down at my name tag sitting proudly on Marta. Was this guy messing with me?

It is then that I remembered that yesterdays session I was in a mask the whole time, he did not bother to tell me to take it off. Which means this guy was either a good actor or truly he had no idea who I was and was just here for a meal. But his accent was a dead giveaway that he was not from around here. Was it just a coincidence?

I asked him for his order which he let me choose. He also asked for soup which showed he knew nothing of this place. Then why was he here. Or was this just a mean joke?

He gobbled up his food after I brought it to him, he clearly was hungry. Beside him was a suitcase. Maybe he was just a tourist. A tourist in New Jersey's downtown?

There was something clearly off with this man, I thought as I walked back into the kitchen.

"So did you give him your number?" I heard Amanda ask behind me.

"No, why would I, he is a complete stranger." I said nervously, did she know him? Was she behind this?

"Well, he is hot. I was just asking," she said walking away.

I turned to watch him from the kitchen window. He was at least 6'5, had jet black hair which was well combed toward the back, his beard was well trimmed. You could tell he spent a lot of his time in the gym. He was in a cashmere shirt and slacks. The trouser did nothing to hide his imprint. He for sure was a sight for sore eyes.

"Well if you are not going to give it to him I am," Amanda said taking out her lipstick from her bag and writing it on a piece of serviette.

I felt a pang of jealousy despite the fact that this man showed no indication to know who I was. He must have come here for a reason. I watched as he stood just in time as Amanda had completed writing her number. She walked out of the kitchen door just as he walked out of the exit door and for a moment I felt relieved that she did not make it.

I walked to his table, picked up the hundred dollar bill, the food was less than ten dollars. He seriously was a big tipper. I thought as I smiled.