The Girl with the Sea Colored Eyes

This story was suggested and requested by Jill. Thank you Jill! This tale was a lot of fun to put together. The characters are colorful and the story line appealed to me.

Basically, it works this way: a 22 year old girl meets a new guy. She drops her current boyfriend to be with this new guy. Her ex-boyfriend has some problems adjusting to his changed circumstances while his ex-girlfriend and her new lover spend most of their time in bed. I think the story has a sexy, beautiful and positive ending for all the main characters.

Dramatis personae

Danni: a cute waitress

Brad: Danni's new boyfriend

Aaron: Danni's ex-boyfriend

Renee: Danni's friend from work

Jill: Danni's witchy friend

Janine, Jenna and Julianne: an artist's muses

Other assorted characters such as managers, customers, waiters, cats, and gross friends.

I hope you enjoy this story. Please take the time to vote for it and leave a comment if you like it.

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PART ONE - THE PERSISTENT GUY AND WHAT'S HIS NAME

It was a grey murky day. It was a cold and wet weekday lunch rush. The cafe was filled with the sound of scraping chairs, the shuffling of muddy shoes on the hard floor, and the sniffling and harsh coughs of customers. The room echoed with the soft murmur of conversations and the scratch and tap of cutlery against crockery. Some people were pointing at greasy plastic covered menus and ordering hot food and drinks. Other people were racing about with full trays. And still more people were devouring what was in front of them.

A short, petite waitress named, Danni with fine shoulder length dark hair and brilliant sea colored eyes stood there at the edge of their table. She was an attractive female with sweet curves and light skin. Her hair was tied back into a short and neat ponytail.

Danni was all at odds with herself. She was considering a question from one of the best looking and most persistent guys she had ever met. The waiting staff meanwhile bustled and rushed about her. The impatient café manager watched Danni out of the corner of his eye, before shaking his head and accepting a payment from the next outgoing customer. New diners shook and closed their dripping umbrellas as they filed in through the front door and waited to be seated. People were coming and going. It was pouring outside.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry, what did you just say," Danni asked, blinking, standing there at the edge of his table, her hands full of the dirty dishes and empty coffee cups she was clearing away.

"I want to take you out," the persistent guy said while his friend shoved fries in his mouth and grinned as he ate. "Stop being all coy and just give me your phone number - c'mon baby, c'mon, don't be all coy with me."

Danni stood there awkwardly. Her face was flushed. She looked all flustered. She looked confused. She dropped one of the empty coffee cups onto the table.

"Careful there, babe," the persistent guy said, picking up the cup and leaving it on the stack of plates Danni was holding, "Don't lose the plot, just give me your number and everything will be a-okay - understood?"

"I'm not being coy," Danni finally said in an annoyed, whiny tone of voice, managing to get control of the dirty crockery again, "and I don't like being told what to do, understand!"

"Yeah, yeah, you're being coy," the persistent guy said, "c'mon beautiful, just give me your phone number and we can go out sometime."

Danni was about to comment, but she was interrupted.

"Miss, miss," an impatient woman called out to Danni from an adjacent table, "how long will our meals be? It's been nearly half an hour and we're really hungry over here."

Danni turned away from the persistent guy who wanted her phone number. She looked at the impatient woman. Danni was momentarily struck dumb and didn't comprehend the impatient woman's complaint. The impatient woman was talking to her, but Danni didn't process her words. Danni's mind was filled with the persistent guy.

Danni turned back to the table where the persistent guy sat with his friend. Danni quickly dropped the dirty plates and grubby coffee cups onto her tray. The cups threatened to topple. Danni misjudged. A saucer slipped off the crockery stack. It fell. It struck the floor and shattered into pieces. Danni gasped. Diners turned their heads. Everyone froze. Silence reined in the café for a moment. The rain sizzled on the pavement outside. A second later the avalanche of noise returned.

"Oh shit," Danni hissed, instantly reaching down and picking up pieces, while another waitress named Renee raced in with a dustpan and brush in her hands.

"She just ignored me, did you see that, she just ignored me," the impatient woman stated, raising her voice, from the adjacent table, "miss, miss, excuse me, I want to speak with your manager right now, please!"

"I'm so sorry," Renee said to the impatient woman as she got down on her hands and knees and began sweeping the pieces of saucer into the dustpan, "we're just so flat out today and we're so understaffed. Your meals won't be long. I'll check on them with the kitchen when I finish cleaning up here."

Danni scratched her head. She turned and looked at the impatient woman. She smiled apologetically. The impatient woman glared at her. Danni turned back to the table where the persistent guy sat waiting for her phone number. Renee meanwhile had swept up all the pieces of crockery. She winked at Danni. She grinned at the persistent guy. She then turned and vanished. Danni was left standing there at the edge of his table.

"Look, don't worry about it, baby, don't worry about that right now," the persistent guy softly said, "that other chick has cleaned it all up. You're too stressed out, baby, you need to chill and really focus on this thing. Please, please, please, cutey, can you give me your phone number so I can pay the damned bill and get out of here?"

Danni gazed at the persistent guy. He was a few years older than she was. He looked like he was 25 or 26 years old. He was very tall. He was well tanned. He had short dark hair and dark eyes. He looked so strong. Danni assumed he spent a lot of time at the gym, hitting the weights, because his jacket was open and she could see his white t-shirt underneath. The t-shirt was tight and thin. Danni could see the shape of his chest muscles and his abdominals through the material. She also noted his thick powerful limbs. She had trouble dragging her stubborn eyes away from his upper body.

"Do you like what you see, baby," the persistent guy whispered, smiling up at Danni, reaching out and placing his hand on hers. "Do you wanna see some more?"

Danni jumped. She gasped. She tore her hand free. She was about to say something, but the persistent guy suddenly took his jacket off, temporarily silencing a now wide-eyed Danni. His arms were as large and as muscular as she suspected they were. His shoulders and upper back were bulging.

"Oh shit," Danni softly exclaimed, while the crockery tower on her tray threatened to tumble again.

"Nice, hey," the persistent guy whispered, flexing his muscles for Danni as she touched her top lip with her tongue, "now how about that phone number?"

"I'm sorry, I can't really stand around and talk," Danni finally said, shaking her head, coming to her senses, while a smile played on her pretty flushed facial features, "we're so busy today and we're just so understaffed."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," the persistent guy muttered, "the other chick just said that to the annoying bitch over there before she ran off. I know you're busy and all that shit, but what about the phone number, when are you going to give me your phone number so we can go out, baby?"

Danni grinned and played with her ponytail. She was about to say something, but the impatient woman began calling out to her again. Then a complaint came in from another table in Danni's section. Danni abruptly picked up her tray and whirled about. The coffee cups rolled and threatened to fall off the stack of plates they were sitting on.

"Miss, miss, where are our meals? I expect some quality service. I demand to speak with your manager as soon as possible, please."

"Yeah, why is it so slow in here today; it's normally not this slow. I have to get back to work. My lunch hour's almost over and I haven't eaten anything yet."

"Well, that's because Miss Scatterbrained over there is chatting up a guy instead of working like she should be," the impatient woman stated, responding to the complaint, before a distracted Danni could say anything.

"I'm so sorry," Danni began, before the persistent guy who wanted her phone number interrupted her. Danni whirled around to face him again.

"C'mon babe, time's a wasting - just give me your number."

"Oh my God - I'm not allowed to do that - I'm at work."

"C'mon beautiful," the guy insisted.

"No, I'm at work," Danni whined.

"C'mon beautiful," the guy insisted.

There was a silent moment. Danni gazed down at the persistent guy. He was so tall. He was so strong. He was so well built and so handsome looking. She sighed. The impatient woman was still calling out. Some of the diners were absentmindedly watching Danni from around the room. No doubt the orders were backing up and even more wet and hungry people were walking into the café through the front door.

"Oh my God, okay, okay, okay," Danni rushed out, putting her tray back down on the table, "here give me your phone, you impatient demanding thing."

"Just call out the number, babe and I'll punch it in."

"Are you effin crazy, man," Danni hissed, wide-eyed, "I'm not going to call out my number in public. All sorts of creepy guys may call me! I don't need or want a stalker in my life right now!"

The persistent guy shrugged. His friend burped loudly. The persistent guy picked up his mobile phone from the table top, unlocked it and handed it to Danni. She sighed and smiled. She swiftly tapped on some icons. She quickly entered her name and her number into his phone. The details were saved.

"There done, satisfied now, you impatient demanding thing," Danni said handing the phone back to the guy, before breaking into a grin.

"Yeah, yeah, it's all good now, babe, everything's perfect now," the persistent guy said as his friend shoved the last few fries into his open mouth, sniggered and leered at Danni as he ate.

"Ewww, so gross," Danni said, watching the persistent guy's friend for a moment before turning away in disgust and putting her cute nose in the air.

The persistent guy looked pleased with himself. He stretched back in his chair and put his hands behind his head. Danni rolled her eyes and then shook her head. The persistent guy was about to say something, but Danni grabbed her tray, turned, ran down the aisle and into the staff area before he got all the words out.

"Well then, I'll give you a call a bit later, baby! I know where we can go and eat! It's sensational, baby, trust me I know what's best for us! I've got everything under control!"

*

"Hey, who was that guy you were talking to during the lunch rush," Renee asked Danni later when the two girls finally took their break. "He was so hot. I love big jocks. I bet he's a stud and has a big fucking dick. Did you end up giving him your phone number?"

"Who are you talking about, what guy," Danni asked, sitting on a plastic crate, her shoes and socks off as she stretched and rubbed her sore tired feet, "I swear I'm getting bunions from waiting tables. I definitely don't want bunions. I have to find a new gig and quick smart!"

Renee burst into laughter. Danni sighed. Danni massaged her poor feet. She stared daggers at her friend and rolled her eyes. Danni grinned and rubbed.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

"Bunions, are you crazy, girl," Renee said, "you're not gonna get bunions."

"Don't you dare laugh, Renee," Danni whined with complaint, before sighing sadly, "I'm only 22 and I'm getting bunions. I don't fucking deserve bunions at my age. I hate this job. I should get a job in an office somewhere."

"Oh my God, girl, can you just stop playing your games and avoiding the question with your BS avoidance tactics, just this once, please, hmmm," Renee continued probing, "did you give that huge jock with the great big cock your phone number or not?"

Danni blushed and burst into laughter. She refused to speak.

"Answer the question, girl," Renee insisted.

Danni was still laughing and avoiding.

"Oh my God, you did, didn't you," Renee said with a gasp, "don't you have a guy already, you know - what's his name? Haven't you been with - what's his name - like from the time you were born onwards?"

Danni rolled her eyes. She continued stretching and rubbing her toes. She deliberately avoided Renee's eyes and smiled.

"I hope I don't get varicose veins either," Danni softly muttered, carefully inspecting her calves, "they are so unattractive in a girl my age."

"Danni, c'mon, out with it," Renee insisted, "stop fucking around already."

Danni pouted, Renee tapped her foot.

"Okay, okay, yes, yes, I do have a BF," Danni finally stated, "I have a BF already and you do know his name - it's Aaron, there! You met him at my housewarming party a month ago - remember???"

Renee scratched her head and then yawned.

"Ummm okay," Renee said while Danni watched her with a smile. "Sorry dude, he mustn't have made a great impression on me. That hot jock, on the other hand, who could forget him - yum, yum!"

Danni grinned again. She shook her head.

"Why are you shaking your head like that, Danni - I know you like him. I saw you looking at him. You were just as awestruck as I was. You gave him your phone number, right?"

Danni sighed. She thought of Aaron again. What was she going to do with her poor sweet, Aaron? She didn't really want to hurt his feelings. He was so sensitive and shy. He was so beautiful.

"Danni," Renee prompted.

"Yes, yes, yes, I gave him my phone number."

"So, are you going to go out with the big jock when he calls you, and what are you going to tell - what's his name - if you do go out with the big jock? Are you going to call it quits with what's his name? Are you going to get all hot and heavy with the big jock with the great big cock? C'mon Danni, can you please answer these pressing questions."

Danni yawned. Renee burst into laughter. Danni joined in a moment later, before she thought of Aaron again and grew quiet.

"Dunno," Danni stated when her friend stopped laughing, "I really haven't thought that far ahead yet. I'm just massaging my feet right now. That really is my priority to be honest. I really haven't considered anything beyond that."

"Seriously," Renee asked with wide eyes, "that's all you're going to say?"

"Oh my God, Renee," Danni exclaimed with fear in her eyes, jumping to her feet, turning from side to side on the spot and looking down.

"What, what is it, Danni," Renee stated with alarm, growing concerned. "What is it??? Have you been bitten by a spider or a rat???"

"Do you think this uniform makes my ass look big? I hate this fucking uniform. I swear it makes my ass look big!"

Renee gasped. She put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing. Danni was grinning. She thought about Aaron again. She sighed.

"Girl everyone, including your witchy friend, Jill says you have a bubble butt, so can you please just get over yourself already and share."

"Really," Danni asked, still trying to work out how big her bum looked in her uniform.

"Oh my God, Danni, you're so fucking crazy, okay, okay, have it your own way and don't tell me about your love affair with the big jock with the great big cock," Renee said, before rolling her eyes and before the two waitresses burst into long and loud laughter.

Danni began dancing around and jumping up and down on the spot. Renee clapped her hands in time with Danni's leaps and turns.

"I don't know what you're gonna do about what's his name though," Renee continued once the laughter died down. "Something will have to be done."

Danni sighed and sat back down on the plastic crate. She thought about Aaron yet again. Renee was still pressing Danni for more information.

"Please don't remind me," Danni muttered.

"Well, you do have to...," Renee began before Danni cut in.

"Hey, I think I'm developing arthritis in my wrists from carrying all those heavy plates of food around," Danni stated as she began putting her socks and shoes on again. "I think I need medical and legal advice. I think I need a new gig. I think I need to sue for compensation. What do ya reckon???"

Renee sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Okay girl, have it your way then," Renee stated. "You really should be keeping me in the loop though."

*

Danni was driving home from work when the persistent guy called her. She was at the wheel and travelling in the bumper to bumper late afternoon traffic when the mobile lying next to her on the passenger seat began ringing.

"Oh my God, Aaron," Danni hissed, stomping on the brake pedal, just before she hit the rear end of the red expensive looking Ferrari in front of her, "why all the calls and texts today you clingy thing, and why all this fucking traffic as well?"

Danni was going to ignore the ringing phone, but she was just sitting there in heavy traffic so she decided to turn and pick up her mobile. Looking at her phone and talking to Aaron was better than leaning on the horn like many of the other drivers around her were doing. It was more useful than winding down the window, yelling at other drivers, and shaking her fist and making faces at the road traffic cameras which seemed to be everywhere. Danni looked at the incoming number on her phone with a suspicious expression on her face. She didn't recognize the caller. She decided to answer the incoming call anyway.

"Hello, who is this," Danni asked.

"Hey babe, it's Brad," a deep male voice said, "I'm just checking in."

There was silence from Danni for a moment.

"Babe?"

"Checking in, Brad, Brad," Danni said, completely confused, "I don't know any fucking Brad's. How did you get my goddamned number, and what the fuck are you talking about?"

"Oh my God, babe," the male voice said, after sighing, "you gave me your number, don't you remember?"

"Look man," Danni continued, planting her foot on the car accelerator and then hitting the brake again a second later, "I've had a crap day at work and I'm stuck in traffic. Now, who are you and what do you want?"

"Hey baby, it sounds like you need, Brad to take special care of you," the male voice said in a soothing manner.

"Yeah, yeah, but I don't even know you. I don't know how you got my number, dude, but I'm not impressed and I'm hanging up now. I'll call the cops if you ring again - capeesh."

"No, no, babe, don't hang up," the male voice said loudly and urgently, "you gave me your phone number at lunch today when you were at work. I'm the guy from the café, remember???"

"Oh my God, it's you," Danni exclaimed, suddenly smiling, growing red faced, stomping on the brake again and just stopping the car before she ploughed into the back of the red Ferrari in front of her. "Why are you calling me so soon? I'm trying to drive here. You're not some serial killer are you?"

"I'm just checking in, babe. You know how it is, beautiful."

"Oh my God," Danni muttered, "my name's not babe and beautiful - it's Danni and no, I don't know how it is, Brad."

"Okay, cool yeah, Danni, Danni, cute girly-girl name, by the way, baby," Brad said, "Look Danni, I want to take you out, babe. Do you like Italian? I know this really good place that makes the best Italian food in the city. We can go for a walk on the beach afterwards. The restaurant is right on the edge of the water. It's fucking amazing!"