ABSOLUTE INSANITY: A forbidden bond
Chapter 50: ★Blue eyes man★

Chapter 50: ★Blue eyes man★

~Chapter 50~

What’s happening to me.

My mind was reeling, thoughts swirling, head spinning, as if it was detached from my body, leaving me dizzy and disoriented.

Just as I thought I was about to pass out, a hand clamped down on my shoulder, freaking me out.

I flinched, my body jerking violently. One of the men, the taller one with mesmerizing blue eyes, had stood up from his chair, his hand grasping my shoulder.

"Are you alright?" His voice was so soothing, like a gentle breeze on a summer day.

He spoke softly, like he was speaking to a fragile child, but his deep voice was like a rich chocolate that enveloped me in its warmth.

My palm getting slick with sweat and my stomach began to do flip flops like a gymnast, leaving me lightheaded.

"You look kind of pale," he repeated with concern as he scrutinized my face, trying to find any form of distress, which he can already see from my bruised face but he didn’t say anything about it.

I shook my head, brushing off the feeling of vulnerability that washed over me. But his hand on my shoulder seemed to burn me and a flush rise to my cheeks.

"I’-I’m fine," stuttering, but still forcing a bright, cheerful smile onto my face in an attempt to calm myself.

Stop being paranoid! I screamed at myself. See, he doesn’t even know you, asking you if you’re alright. He’s just being kind.

I cleared my throat, dislodging the lump that had formed there and I stepped back from him, wanting to create some distance between us.

His hand came off my shoulder, and I let out a breath of fresh air, relieved but also a pang of disappointment, which I quickly suppressed. What was wrong with me? I didn’t even know this guy!

"I’m sorry, what would you like to order?" I asked, sounding like the professional and composed waiter I was supposed to be.

He sat back down into his chair but his eyes never left mine as he spoke his order, "Black coffee, no sugar."

His words were simple, but...uhhh...there was something about the way he spoke, something that made me feel like he was seeing right through me.

Quickly, I nodded, my head bobbing up and down as I scribbled down the order with shaking hands.

"C-coffee, black," I mumbled, the words tumbling out of my mouth in a jumbled mess.

Scolding myself silently to not let my nerves ruin my job.

The second man, shorter with a rugged jawline, who hadn’t uttered a word until now, simply nodded. "Same," he said, tapping his hands on the table.

I quickly retreated to the safety of the counter, my heart racing like a runaway train.

What was wrong with me? Why was I so jumpy, so on edge? I felt like I was teetering on the brink of a nervous breakdown.

John raised an eyebrow as I handed him the order, his eyes roaming my face with worry. "You okay, Katya?" he asked, glancing back at the table where the two men sat, their eyes fixed on us, before looking back at me.

I forced a smile onto my face to reassure him. "Y-yes, I’m fine," I stammered and John’s eyes lingered on mine, his expression skeptical. I knew he didn’t believe me.

"Just a little...tired," I added, my voice trailing off as I picked up the young lady’s tea, trying to appear nonchalant despite my racing heart.

John nodded sympathetically, but I could tell he didn’t quite believe me and I didn’t blame him.

Because rightly so - our shift had just started, and I was already claiming fatigue. He was bound to get suspicious; I wasn’t even convincing myself.

I pasted a bright, if somewhat dimmed, smile on my face as I turned to the young lady. "Enjoy your meal," I chimed, but she just flicked her hand dismissively, not even bothering to look up at me.

Still rude! I thought, rolling my eyes mentally. My smile faltering, and my heart pounding in my chest like a drum as I glanced around the cafe, searching for a new customer to attend to.

But there were none - just the gentle conversation, the clinking of cups, and the soft hiss of the espresso machine.

The atmosphere was calm and peaceful, but my nerves were still on edge, my senses heightened as I waited for...something. Anything.

I glanced over again, my stomach twisting into knots, dreading on going back to the table to pick up the men’s coffee.

But surprisingly as I scanned the room, my eyes landed on the blue-eyed man in suit, and my heart skipped a beat.

He was looking at me. Why? I wondered, feeling a shiver run down my spine.

He saw me catch him staring, and his eyes darted to his friend, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he pretended he hadn’t been looking.

But I wasn’t buying it. My eyes narrowed, suspicion building up in my mind.

And despite my reservations, I forced myself to walk back to the counter, my feet heavy with reluctance, picking up the tray with the two cups of black coffee, the bitter aroma wafting up to greet me.

Ugh, no sugar? That can never be me! My sweet tooth was already protesting the thought, and I couldn’t help but think that if I had to drink this stuff, my taste buds would surely die.

John looked up at me, his eyes filled with concern and he held my arm, his grip gentle but firm, as I was about to pick up the tray. "If you’re tired, you can take the day off, I would cover for you," he offered.

I pulled my hand from his grip, nodding at him in gratitude. "Thanks, John, but I can manage," I said, forcing a smile onto my face. I needed the pay, and taking the day off wasn’t an option. It was a no-brainer.

Picking up the tray, I spun around, my feet seeming to move of their own accord, as I walked back to the table where the two men in suits sat waiting.

"B-black coffee, without sugar," I squeak, voice creaking slightly as I set the tray down in front of them.

"Enjoy your meal." I added, trying to sound cheerful, but my tone fell flat....the fuck?

The blue-eyed man smiled back at me, a genuine smile that made my heart skip a beat.

His friend, on the other hand, merely muttered a thanks, gruffly, as he picked up his coffee and began to sip it.

For a moment, the blue-eyed man and I just looked at each other. My eyes fixed on his, and his were fixed on mine, the connection between us was showing or was it just me.

My stomach flipped, and my cheeks flushed, as I felt a rush of heat spread through my body.

What the hell is going on? I tried processing the strange sensations coursing through me.

Until the bell attached to the door of the cafe rang out, shattering the spell that had been cast between us.

I quickly moved away from their table, my face burning with a fierce blush as I beat a hasty retreat.