Unfortunate accident

"Good morning Mr. Wilson!" I waved upon entering the shop. He waved back with a friendly grin. I quickly went to the counter since I could see that the place was starting to pile up with customers.

"Hi, Emmy! How was your weekend?" I asked as I rounded the counter. I took my apron from the cabinet and prepared for the start of my shift.

"I'm ecstatic." Making a circling motion in her tummy.

"OMG, are you serious?" Making me so excited. "Gemma, come quickly. Everyone." Shouting at her inside the kitchen. Then, beckoning the rest to gather around, wanting all to hear the good news. Gemma quickly darted in our direction. Even Mr. Wilson and the rest of the staff were curious about the commotion.

"I'm pregnant." She beamed at everyone with a face that was glowing with happiness.

"Congratulation! Emmy." Everybody started hugging her and giving her happy wishes. She and her husband were trying to have a child for several years now, so this was a great piece of news.

It was indeed a terrific way to start the day.

Last night, Gemma and I talked about my date with Daniel. She was glad that we hit it off. Honestly, I did have a great time. However, she was expecting that there would be a budding romance at the end of it. I was skeptical, though I would not want to close my door on a good man like him.

I was also contemplating my life. Only to realize what Gemma was saying all along. I was young, but I had been living like a ghost in a shell. Ever since the accident and upon learning that Harry died, I avoided my friends, even my best friend Mia, and I even dropped out of school, closing my heart to anyone who wanted to help.

Thankfully, my mom and my aunt did not give up on me. They made me seek professional help. Someone, an expert who could help that could put me back together again. Though it was a slow struggle, I managed to put some normalcy in my life. However, until now, I still felt broken. Pieces were missing to make me whole again.

Moving here was running away from my past. If I could not remember my memories, I would rather forget them entirely. I wanted to leave it behind and start a new life here. Having a great time the other night with my new friends, laughing, and dancing was something new, and I wanted more. I wished for the feeling of being happy again.

Then Daniel. The way he treated me had made me truly special. It felt great, something I always wanted. I should probably take Gemma's advice and get out more. Maybe moving out here was what I needed after all. To finally move on and fill in what was lacking. Not fixed something that was already broken, but built a new one instead. Just maybe, I could finally live a life that would be close to being normal.

I got ready for the day, just in time as a group of executives entered the premises and went to the far corner of the diner. "I got this," I told one of the waiters as I grabbed my pad.

I worked my way to the group only to stop short when I noticed that they were familiar. When they settled down on their respective seat, one of them called for me. I was now standing adjacent to him. He was busy talking on his phone again, so I guessed he had not seen me yet.

"Good morning! What will you be having?" Saying my usual line, hoping that he had already forgotten about me. I did not need any awkward confrontation today. They were the same group from before except for the beautiful blonde sitting next to him.

"I'll have a Café Latte with additional cream." The blonde woman said while leaning and placing her perfectly manicured fingers on his arm. "Nathan, what would you like?" He said that he would have the same coffee he ordered before and then went back to his call. He did not even bother to look at me.

It was possible I only imagine the connection I had with him, or he had already lost interest when I rejected him the other night. I should be rejoicing, but I would be lying if I said that I did not feel disappointed.

I would say he had already forgotten me. Why would he even bother with me? It was probably a fleeting game for him that night. Now, he was in his world with a beautiful woman on his side. She was showing her claim on him with the way she was clinging to him.

I decided to concentrate on my work rather than waste my time thinking about him. It would do me no good. Besides, it was the alcohol clouding my judgment that night. I never really had any interest in him. As they said, denial was simplier than accepting the truth.

I was cleaning the floor where some college idiots spilled coffee all over the tiles. I made sure to place wet warning signs on both sides of the affected area, so I was shocked when I heard someone shrilled and slipped in front of me.

I let go of the mop I was holding and stooped down to help her stand up. I recognized her as the one sitting beside Nathan. I could only surmise that the man standing behind me could be Nathan himself.

"Are you alright? Let me help you up." Placing my hands in her arms to assist her, not realizing that I was still wearing my gloves for cleaning.

"Get your filthy hands off me." She shrilled at me, slapping my hands away. She scrambled up on her own only to slide back down when her five-inch heel slipped again on the still-wet floor.

"If you don't want my help, suit yourself," I told her. I was getting irritated at her attitude. If she would be a bitch about it, then I could be bitchier. Honestly, the reason for my annoyance was because of someone standing close behind me.

He could have help with the situation, but he stood there just watching as if he was observing what I would do next.

She attempted to stand again on her own, but the same thing happened. I stifled the laugh that was breaking out of my lips because I did not want to fuel the now aggravating situation. Although, I never offered anymore help. This time I was the one watching what Nathan would do now.

In the corner, I found that Gemma was openly having a fit. Half of the kitchen staff was now peeking at the scene, probably curious about the fuss. Finally, Nathan, who looked like he had enough, extended his hand and helped the woman on her feet.

"I will sue you and this diner for being so irresponsible." She shouted scornfully. "Who is in charge here?" She demanded, hiding her embarrassment with her tirade.

Mr. Wilson appeared finally and took charge of the situation. "Ms. Carter, I am so sorry for what happened." He attempted to calm her down, explaining that there was a warning sign displayed on the floor and it was just an accident.

Mr. Hayes appeared to be growing impatient. "This is just an unfortunate accident, Elena." Checking his watch. "You seem to be ok. Nothing broken. Nobody was hurt. I suggest we forget about this." Nathan looked at Mr. Wilson, and he affirmed his agreement.

He nodded to Mr. Wilson without glancing at me. "Shall we?" He asked Ms. Carter. She took his offered hand and walked out with him, but not without a deathly glare in my direction.

I found myself in a foul mood afterward, not because of the incident with Ms. Carter, but because of what Nathan did. Well, he did not do. I had to admit I felt disappointed that he did not even care to acknowledge my presence.

Now, I was more convinced that I did the right thing when I walked away from him. I was an easy prey that night, and if he had gotten away with it, he would have discarded like an old newspaper just like that.