A NIGHT WITH MY EX LOVERS BROTHER

ARIANA'S POV

"Your espresso and two slices of pastry." I smiled warmly and handed his order to him.

"Our last order for the day." Quinn drawled right after the man left. She ripped off her apron and tossed it to God knows where.

"Quinn."

"Yes, baby girl?"

"It's till morning." She turned her gaze to the clock and confirmed my words. Her smile fell as she slumped onto the chair.

"Why?! I'm so tired."

"We opened an hour ago, crybaby." I laughed at her behaviour. It was always the same dialogue every day. Quinn was the crazy and free-spirited kind of girl, laughing, cracking jokes, and raining abuses on whom she deemed fit.

She once spent an entire week cussing her mother for not being a fancy, rich ass and herself for not being lucky enough to be born in Spain and work at a mall, just so she could "stumble" upon the famous footballer; Rolando, and marry him.

Yeah, crazy!!!.

I drifted away from the counter and gazed at the fancy tables and chairs set in a diagonal direction with white napkins laid on them. Espresso de Cafe wasn't New York's biggest cafe or some wealthy bullshit. It was a simple roadside cafe, small yet had a homely feeling. Well, I thought that way; Quinn thought it was a prison with glass walls and a direct view of Salvatore Restaurant, one of New York's biggest restaurants.

"Says someone who would work overtime without being paid. Please... At least." She hurried to one of the chairs close to the glass wall and sat. "I can see this beautiful restaurant with all those beautiful cars."

"When will you change, Quinn?" I sighed.

Walking closer, I trailed my gaze to the restaurant; it was everything a normal human being would love - a three-story building, classy interior, a famous chef, paid musicians for entertainment, and, of course, the ground floor was layered with tinted glass, unlike ours. They could see us, but we couldn't.

Strangely, the thought got me trembling; my toes curling on their own. Someone was staring at me; I could feel it. It may sound crazy, but every single day, I get the same feeling. Like there was someone in that restaurant, seated beside their tinted glass wall, watching me; every second, every move.

Mindlessly, I moved closer to the glass, my face pressed against the mirror as I tried my best to see who on the other side was staring. It was tinted glass; there was no way I could see him, but I was far beyond reasoning. Curiosity swirled through me like a hurricane, scattering any reasoning.

I squinted my eyes and stared; I knew the unknown stalker was still watching, probably laughing at my efforts. Just then, I got a glimpse of his eyes; the brightest pair of jade green, dulled by the tinted glass.

The hair on my skin prickled up; my breath seized as our gazes held each other. He raised his cup and took a sip of...

Wait... wasn't that our logo? He was drinking coffee made from our cafe, but I didn't sell coffee to a guy with dazzling green eyes.

His eyes sparked in mischief, like he knew what I was thinking but who was he? And why was he staring at me?

"Who the hell are you staring at?" I snapped out of my thoughts at Quinn's words.

"Huh?"

"Who were you staring at? Or are you waiting for someone? Your moron boyfriend."

I spun around and shot my right eyebrow up.

"What? I am telling the truth. God, I hate that prick."

"Quinn!!. Leon isn't like that."

The whole world knew him as Leonard Zane, the brother to the richest CEO, Franklin Zane, and a party monk, but Leon wasn't like that; he just behaved a little silly. Deep down, he was kind, nice, caring, and understanding.

"Yeah, right. Let me guess: Leonard, the party monkey, was kind and nice; he flirts with girls, but he's a decent man, right?"

She scoffed.

"That man is a fool, an arrogant one. Girl, have you seen the way he talks to you like he's doing you a favour by dating you, while it's the other way around? That punk doesn't deserve someone as pure as you."

"Leon does, and please don't talk about him like that. He's nice."

She groaned aloud. "You're hopeless. What do you even see in him? I would have gone for his elder brother. God!!!!, he's so fucking handsome!!!"

There she goes. I sighed and sat across from her. It would take an hour before she finally stopped whining about Franklin Zane. He was okay; I had never seen him in person, although I did visit Leon's grandfather, who acted too young for his age. Franklin was named the youngest billionaire in New York, the king of perfection.

"Legends say he became the CEO at the age of 17, with an IQ of 140. The sexiest billionaire devil. He's so handsome but way too cold. I heard he turned down a date with the owner's daughter." She whispered the last part.

"Owner?"

"The Salvatore."

Franklin visits Salvatore Restaurant. Wait... Could that be... No. What am I thinking??. Franklin was damn busy; he wouldn't spend his day staring at me through a tinted glass.

"Anyway... Guess what?"

With Quinn, you can never "guess what.". 'I don't know."

"There's a new club opening tonight."

"And I'm out of here." I stood.

"I'm serious, Ariana. Let's go, it will be fun."