4. MEETING SYLVESTER

DIANA

One month later.

"Diana! two burritos and two cups of hot chocolate at table fifteen" my co-worker's voice found it's way to me in the kitchen of the restaurant where I worked.

I picked up the already made burritos where they were made and preserved, made my way to the hot chocolate maker and filled up the two cups.

Working at the restaurant was unexplainably draining, sometimes I could feel myself get sick and unable to get out of bed after a long day or night at work. Though my pay was mildly satisfactory, I still wasn't getting enough rest. I just wish things weren't this hard, if I found another job that would replace this job and put me at ease, I definitely wouldn't hesitate to grab it.

Le Charté was the french restaurant I worked in as a waiter. It was a comically large restaurant, decorated in patterned red and white walls with glass doors only at the entrance, making it easier to see through the restaurant. I would describe the interiors of the restaurant as a mix of luxury and comfort. The chairs were in form of couches that faced each other having a long table at the middle.

"Are you just going to stand there or you're going to serve it" my boss spat as he watched me walk my way to table fifteen.

"Holy shit" I muttered and had my heart skip the minute I sighted Branden sitting at table fifteen with a brown leather jacket and black leather trousers. I was shocked to my bones immediately I set my eyes on him

What exactly is he doing here?

It's been a month and some days since I heard from him, I sent him multiple texts after our meeting in his office concerning some school work but he never responded. Well I guess I was asking for too much, he is a rich billionaire with so much on his plate. It's not a new thing for a billionaire not to have time to respond to messages or calls.

Anxiousness was eating up the whole of my being, a very usual occurrence that shows up when I see this man. His aura was just so intimidating and sexy, his perfectly shaped muscles were calling onto me to have me touch them. He looked so glorious and graceful even from afar, how can someone manage to be this handsome and hot, I've never fallen for any man like this.

I summoned courage and marched down to table fifteen but it seemed he wasn't alone, he came with a young man who looked a little like him but also looked younger.

"Hello, here are your buritto and milkshake" forcing my already cracking and timid low voice to come out, I handed them their lunch.

"Uhmmmm I know you, you're Diana right? it's been long, how are you doing, I've been on an official trip so I left my phone behind, I would have reached out to you" his perfect deep voice was melodious to my ears.

"Yes sir, I'm fine sir. I hope your trip went well"

"It was alright, so you work here? If you have already texted me I'll reach out to you when I get home, ok?"

"Ok-k sir" I stuttered.

"Diana this is my brother Sylvester. Sylvester this is my friend Diana" he said as Sylvester and I shook hands.

"Hello Diana it's nice to meet you, I must say you're a very beautiful, Branden has his thing with beautiful ladies" he said, his lips going into a hard grin.

I smiled and thanked, leaving both of them to go back to work. It almost felt like I had no control over my walking steps as I moved away from them to the restaurant kitchen.

I was unable to understand what he meant by 'Branden has his thing for beautiful ladies'. Does he go after women like me? or does he have multiple girlfriends?.

It was difficult to decipher the exact meaning because the press, journalists and the internet had no say on his love life. Branden was more of a reserved man than a socialist, if there was any way to uncover the mystery about his love life it was only going to be told by him.

*******

After a long day at work I picked my phone to see a text from Branden.

"Why don't you come over to my place on Friday evening, let's have dinner and talk more, let's say 8:00PM. You seem so hardworking in and out of school. I'll love to get to know you"

I widened my eyes in amazement, friday was three days from now.

How does he always manage to get into my head?

I need to phone Evelyn, I really need her expertise on my outfit, she's the man expert here.

I picked up my phone and dialed her number, at two rings she picked up.

"Girl!!! guess what, Branden asked me to c over to his mansion for a dinner date." I said in excitement

"The same Branden? are you sure he is who he says he is? I just don't know if you should trust him, he is just been too forward with you." she muttered in a doubtful demeanor.

Wow I never really thought Evelyn would say this, she's usually the one pushing me to men or pressurizing me to get a man and I was always the one in doubt.

I was left in confusion, wondering why she is doubtful all of a sudden.

"What do you mean, I'm literally surprised you're the one saying this, but you've been pressurizing me to go get a man for myself.

Now I've seen him, irregardless of the fact that we are just friends, he is just a friendly person and doesn't have any plots to harm me, he might just like me." I said trying my best quench her doubts, even if there were no proofs that he meant no harm.

"Well.... we can talk about that later, help me pick a dress, you're the expert on this things. You know when you step out you always draw attention from both genders, always looking gorgeous and beautiful, I want to look like you tonight" I said suppressing the dull and uneven atmosphere over the phone.

"Okay fine..... I'll come over tomorrow to pick an outfit for you as long as you promise to stop flirting with me, I'm not a man. I'll talk to you later" We both laughed over the phone as she hanged up.