Miguel's POV
I've never been one who believed in love at first sight.
Never been one who believed in its ethics.
Nothing such as love dwelled in my dictionary.
But I was struck by her beauty.
Her mannerisms and her bright smiles were pulling me in like a string. I tried so much not to send wrong signals to her. Yet, I felt she knew I was throwing stares her way.
Ashley on the other hand was pissing me to core. Her audacious replies, and sha-shayed sways were too alarming.
Even as I dared to stop her, she instilled on what she felt was right. It felt insultive, degrading on my ego, watching how she spat angry words across the blonde lady and her boss.
Ashley, who I'd presumed was the sweetest girl who had grown into a pretty woman.
I took one last one at the blondie before she turned to walk away. "What is the meaning of this, Ashley?" I muttered to Ashley when the place was cleared.
"What? I do not understand why you are on that girl's side." Ashley tried to brush off the smudges on her jacket.
"You don't understand? You just caused a scene, and you made this all about you." I said to her.
Ashley laughed, "this was certainly about me. She just destroyed our date," she whined.
I was thoroughly disgusted by her actions, whatever I'd felt for her flew out the window at that very second. How could she be that cruel to fire someone from her job all because of a mistake?
She had no right to do that. Afterall, she clearly didn't work here. What gave her that right to fire someone?
Or was it because her dad owned the coffee shop?
"We can get back to our business, Miguel," Ashley suddenly shot a quick smile as she took her seat.
One brows of mine was raised as I watched Ashley. She was striking and beautiful but she was not all that, she was certainly not the kind of woman that I would call my future wife.
I turned down the aisle to catch a sight of June walking away.
"Where are you going?" Ashley asked behind me, but I cared less to answer.
June? That was her name, right?
I saw her picking up the last of her things, saying her goodbyes to one scrawny dude....
"Hold on a second," I took hold of her arm and swirled her around.
The shock was evident on her face, her eyes were a sparkling blue, and all I could visibly see was probably our future selves dancing in them. She looked over her shoulder expecting to see someone come behind me.
She shrugged off my hand off her arm, "Is there any problem?"
"You did no wrong," I started, careful of my words.
I didn't know her, so I didn't want to come off as a pervert. Who on earth is struck by such beauty?
"I'm so sorry about that," she apologized for the umpteenth time.
"You have apologied enough. And I feel you need to be compensated," I told her. "I feel so terrible that her mind couldn't be changed," I added.
She looked up at me, her lashes fluttering, "Compensated? For being sacked?"
That must have sounded awry in her ears, "You didn't want to lose the job. I can give you a better job," I told her.
"A job?" She laughed.
Her soft laugh trickled me, and felt myself smiling at her. She must be pleased at such suggestion of mine.
"I have a free spot, you can come into my company any time," I dipped my hand into my breast pocket to pull out my complementary card.
She scoffed, looking away then back at me. "You want me to work in your company? But right there, you barely did nothing to save my job. How am I not sure I might lose this job if I take it up?"
I was stupefied at her question, my outstretched hand fell back to my sides. Somehow, I felt my ego being bruised.
"I'm sorry about that. That shouldn't have happened," I apologized again.
"And besides, isn't that your girlfriend? I shouldn't be seen with you, if not, I know not next what might happen to me if she sees me with you." She said.
She had me strickened with dumbness. Was this why she was declining my help?
"Ashley isn't my girlfriend," I muttered.
"That isn't my business. I just lost my job, and I just want to be left alone. Thank you for your help." She tried a wry smile.
"What's your name?" I was curious to know.
"My name?" She was surprised I asked her such.
I wanted to clarify if indeed her name was June. I wanted to get to know her. Knowing her would be my stepping stone.
She scoffed, "am sorry, what's this?" She asked.
Without waiting for an answer from me, she swirled and started strutting off.
I stood there, rooted to the spot. Going after her would be meaningless. What would I say to her?
I sighed, wondering what was coming over me. Who was this lady to me that I suddenly wanted to place her into a position in my company?
I placed back my complementary card into my breast pocket, my fingers combed through my hair then I started the walk to my car.
Shouldn't I have said something to June?
Returning to Ashley didn't seem to me like a wise idea. She was not benefitting to be my bride. The Ashley I once knew as a little girl was never the same. She has grown to be such a disrespectful lady, without empathy and rude to me.
Was this this kind of lady I was expected to marry?
Even if Royale's company had hired newbies, this was certainly not the way to have gone about it.
I visibly laughed at myself, quite amused at my soft side. When it came to business, I was one that was mostly logical. But I didn't understand why he was different. I certainly was curious about the blonde lady.
Who knows what she could do to herself? The way she had begged Ashley had only proved that she needed the job badly.
I stopped in my tracks and looked behind me. The Blondie shouldn't have gone far, I told myself. Intently, I knew that I still needed to see her, talk to her, there was something peculiar about her.
I got into my car, reversed and pull out from the parking lot, then caught a glimpse of the blonde lady entering a cab.
I began to tail the cab. I must have been crazy to be tailing her. It felt spooky, yet I was curious. But she must suspected something was wrong immediately she was out of the cab.
Her head had wrenched towards my car, recognized it and started walking at the side walk. The moment she was lost in the sea of crowd, I lost sight of her.
"She has seen me," I scoffed to myself, cursing myself on my very wrong move.
What impression would I be signalling to her?