GOOD TROUBLE

2.DATING APP

CHAPTER TWO

DATING APP

“I got this one,” Anna suddenly appeared by my side, a cheeky smile on her face with boobs pushed up to reveal a little more cleavage than usual.

I sighed. Not the first time it was happening. Every single time, someone remotely good-looking walked in the dinner, Anna would suddenly become productive. I walked to the kitchen where Zara and the two chefs were busy working while laughing about something Zara said.

“I want to laugh too,” I said, grabbing a few spices and helping out with the ribs. They were one of our best-sellers.

“Oh, we were actually talking about you and how you are more likely to end up alone with a hundred cats like some sad lonely lady,” Her cheeks were home to an amazing set of dimples whenever she smiled.

Here was a little secret about me. I’d had a crush on Zara since we joined ninth grade and yet every single day, she seemed to make the boundaries much clearer. From how infectious her smile was, to even the littlest thing like her frowns, always made my heart flutter in strange ways that I loved.

“I’m twenty, not fifty,” I countered.

“Years fly by, son,” she patted me on the shoulder and I tried to ignore the way my body heated up at the simple gesture of her touch.

“I will find a good girl when I buy off the twins,” I promised. That was lie. There would never be a girl as perfect as Zara was in my eyes. She was tall, more on the curvy side with an ochre skin-much like the mellow-brown light that bathed the forest on a good day. From her dimpled smile, to her clumsiness and how her dark-brown orbs lit up whenever she talked of something she liked, made it harder for me to see her as just a friend.

“That’s it. For the next eighteen days I’m here, we are getting you a girlfriend. You are seriously the first hot guy I’ve seen who rarely pays attention to the girls,” she shook her head, almost as though pitying me.

“If I’m hot, then date me,” I said, half-joking while half-filled with the anticipation of her reaction.

“I would but you don’t dance. You know, if you moved half as no-a quarter as good as Han, I would marry you in an instant,” she shrugged, throwing me a mischievous look.

Han. Right. The dance king of our high school. Maybe he was hot but Zara could do much better than him. She could date me but of course, we were just friends.

“Hey, I can learn. What is so hard about…um…whatever dance moves he does?” I questioned.

She sighed, this time definitely out of sympathy for me, “Yeah, we really do need to get you a girlfriend,” she suddenly reached forward, dipping her hand in my jeans pocket, whipping out my phone before I could stop her.

“What are you doing?” I questioned.

“I’m signing you up on a dating app. Your password is still Scott&Zara? Dude, that was like ages ago when your grandpa thought we were going to get married,” There it was again- the infectious, airy laugh capable of getting any guy transfixed.

“I’m too lazy to change it,” I shrugged, grating the last of the garlic piece.

Or maybe I’m just hoping one day you’ll see me more than just a friend.

“You really need a girlfriend. Oh! First match already? Hmmm…pretty hot, loves coffee and rainy days. Seems like the perfect girl. Wait, she hates cats. Who the hell hates cats? That’s not a good sign. Next!” she remained focused on my phone and I shook my head, ignoring her as I went on helping the chefs. It would only be an hour before the diner flooded once again and I didn’t want anything being out of place. Wait, where was Anna? Still flirting with that guy? What about Tony? I grinded my jaw in anger when I noticed the latter sitting in the office, his eyes on his phone and legs crossed on the table.

If somebody didn’t kill these two for me, then I’m afraid that soon I’d be jail for murder. All they cared about was their looks, stupid phones and their cut-which they insisted to be fair despite their minimal efforts. They barely worked and given that so much money had been used for renovating the place, we couldn’t afford waiters and waitresses. At least not until we finished paying off the loan at the bank. That was the reason I was working full-time over summer instead of being stuck in a library somewhere.

“Okay, Tomorrow eight o’clock at Silversprings Restaurant,” Zara thrust the phone in my hand. Arguing with her would be pointless.

“She is…pretty,” I mumbled, glancing at the girl. Out of ten, she was a solid eight and any man would even be lucky to be going out with her.

Not as pretty as Zara, of course.

Suddenly Luca stormed into the kitchen, his rather pale features impaled with anger.

“You are not supposed to be-“ I started but he cut me off.

“Who is the manager here?” His voice was soft but lidded with rage, eyes settling on me.

Great! Now what did Anna do?