Page 37 of The Change Up
For the next week, Blue Eyes and Hazel Eyes show up for breakfast where they order the same thing each morning.
And one of them leaves me a sweet message at the bottom of their receipt.
You have a beautiful smile.
You pour a mean cup of coffee.
You’re sunshine on a rainy day.
Wildflowers. That’s what your scent reminds me of.
The blue of your uniform makes your eyes shine bright.
I love the ribbons you wear in your hair.
Rough practices are worth it when I get to see you after.
On the eighth day in a row, only Hazel Eyes shows up to the diner.
“H-hi.” Running my hand down my dress, I glance up at him. The nerves pour off me like a rainstorm. The two made me nervous together, but now that only one of them is here, I feel intimidated, when I shouldn’t, but I haven’t been able to get hazel eyes and dark hair out of my head the entire week that I’ve waited on them.
“Morning.” Hazel Eyes closes his menu—I don’t know why he bothers to even open it—and leans forward until he’s resting his weight on his elbows. “I’ll take my usual, please.”
With a smile and a nod, I turn to walk away. There’s no need to write down his order, I have it memorized.
Later when I drop off his order, I grow a backbone and decide to make conversation. “So I haven’t noticed you before. Are you just in town from the summer?”
He nods his head in response. “Yeah, I’m from Georgia. This is my first summer playing summer collegiate ball.”
“That’s really cool. I’ve never been to a baseball game.”
His jaw drops. “Never?”
“Never. Um, I’m not much of a sports girl. I’m more of a homebody who would rather stay in and read.”
Shaking his head, I watch as he runs his fingers through his messy dark hair. “You have to come to one game.”
“We’ll see,” I respond with a smile.
“Chloe,” Chef Steve calls from the kitchen. “Order up!”
Glancing over my shoulder, I watch as the chef places plates on the silver tray.
“I’ve got to grab that. Let me know if you need anything.”
Turning on my toes, I make my way back to the kitchen. As much as I enjoy the company of Hazel Eyes, he always comes at the peak breakfast rush. Once again, I’m too busy to make it back to his table. Out of the corner of my eyes, I watch him slip out the door. Sighing, I head to clear his table.
Just like all the other times, there’s a note underneath his signature.
Go on a date with me? I’ll be waiting for your answer.
I read over the note five times, and when I look out the window, I catch Hazel Eyes watching me as he gets in his car. He tosses me a wink and a flirty smirk that has me warming from the inside out.
I’m a flustered mess for the rest of my shift. Marnie eventually sent me home early after my third mistake. Climbing into my beat-up Honda, I drive home ,and it’s on that drive home I start to worry about going on a date.
I’ve never been on a date. Hell, I’ve never had a guy give me any type of attention. My entire time in school I was ignored by the opposite sex unless they were making a joke at my expense. And now I’ve been asked out on a date by a guy who is entirely out of my league.
What do I wear? How do I act?
