WHEN WORLD'S COLLIDE

ival of a new patron. As soon as he stepped inside, the tin

. He stood at an impressive 6'5" with piercing blue ocean eyes and jet-black

m appear even more formidable. Every aspect of this enigmatic figure screamed affluen

d my gaze, not wanting to be caught staring. I noticed that every woman in the diner was vying for his attention, but he seemed utte

yes wide with disbelief. I knew there was no way I would venture near them, aware of my propensity for clumsiness and the potential for embarrassment. "Girls would kill to be in your position," sh

vening, I'm Dovey, and I'll be your waitress for tonight. What can I get you?" I attempted to sound professional, trying hard not to stammer. I raised my head to meet their

g to maintain my composure. "Yeah, that's it," he replied, turning to the enigmatic figure beside him. "Luca, don't you want a

nd I found myself face-to-face with the last person I expected to catch me, Luca. I quickly regained my balance and extricated myself from his massive, veiny hands. "I...I'm...so...sorry...sir," I stammered, my voice shaking

hastily, lest he discern the profound impact he had on me. I swiftly retreate

food to Emily, deliberately avoiding any further encounters with the

our paths would cross, and that his subsequent visits to the diner

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acefully, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. And yet, paradoxically, a part of me wished he had lingered a bit longer. He's indeed an extremely po

tling routine as if the weight on everyone's shoulders had been lifted. Emily, however, appeared disheartened by their depa

m to gather my belongings and called out to Emily, "It's time to go home, hurry up! We've got an early

roommates, living together in a cozy littl

g to see someone, but there was no one there. A shiver ran down my spine as I felt a chill. "Dovey, I'm here,

home, recalling the wise and thoughtful words of our boss, Mrs. Peter,

ck up the shop before sunset to ensure you get home before dark." While I understood her concern, I

e nightfall, even though the shop experienced its highest sales during this time. She wou

aled no one. We finally arrived at our cozy apartment, a warm and welcoming haven that always felt like a comforting embrace. I look

bubble bath with lavender essential oils and soft music playing in the background

I started to feel my tense muscles relax. Just as I began to unwind,

l around my petite yet curvy figure. My heart racing, I grabbed an umbrella from across

around my chest, holding it in place like my life depended on it. With caution, I slow

ed, with a burnt noodle lying beside her like a failed science experiment. "EMILY!" I screamed, my

ith tears that refused to fall. "I just wanted to make noodles and some d

sole her. "Okay, you know what? We'll clean up this mess, and then we'll order takeout. How about that?" I asked enthusiastically, trying to lift her spirits. Emily's face lit up

our cravings. After placing the order, Emily and I decided to watch the new Spiderman movie to pass t

e steaming hot meal. I paid him and brought the food to the ta

water from the fridge. We dug in, savoring the flavorful taste of ou

t fabric envelop me in warmth and comfort. I then gathered my hair into a messy bun, securing it with a few stray pins. As I settled into bed, my feline companion, Daisy

ialized before me. The blue-eyed monster from the diner s

rocated, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he did so. "You're quite the inquisitive on

rely above a whisper, my curiosity getting the better of me. He chuckled, his

s, as Daisy purred contentedly beside me. Who was this enigmatic stranger? And what did he want from me? I couldn't sh