God knows

To my surprise, the head waiter waved me to take over despite his sullen face.

"Give me a good job."

She threatened me, reminded me, turned around and left.

I watched her go in a daze, not knowing why the change was so drastic.

Jasmin!

I turned my eyes back to the things that really mattered, and turned my head to look at the two people in the seat, keeping their heads down and doing their own things.Finnis frowned and stared at Jasmine as if she had just made a horrible noise.It must be some mixed feelings.

I turned around and had to greet the guests who came in at the door first, and my mind was running at high speed, waiting for what to do.

Make peace, that's not my specialty!But if I can't help, who else can help Jasmine?Has Phoenix never felt this kind of helplessness?Or, or did she tell herself that she could feel at ease because she was invisible?

I returned to the counter after ordering and saw that the boy's meal was just about to be served, so I hurriedly pushed away the waiter who was going to take it, picked up the plate and walked towards their table.

"Come on, this is your meal, you can tell me anytime you want a drink refill!" The boy nodded and reached out to grab the burger.

"Your meal will be here soon, I'm sorry!" I turned my head to Jasmine, staring at her, implying that she should take the initiative, but she looked at me with a helpless expression.Damn!You can't do anything about your love, can you?

Phoenix frowned even tighter, she curled her lips and said nothing.

…wow, this guy.

I turned around and ran back to the dining outlet, grabbing a waiter.

"Are you familiar with Jasmin?"

He shrugged.

"Did she eat anything?"

"This... this... probably cinnamon, she is afraid of the smell of cinnamon."

Oh…

I can only try it.

I brought cinnamon rolls and coffee to the table, and felt helpless in my heart. This is obviously the food I was thinking about before I walked into the store!

I tried my best not to let my eyes rest on the anxious face of Phoenix in the inner seat, tried my best not to have other thoughts in my mind, and tried my best to focus on posing as a waiter.

...but the way Phoenix frowns is heart-wrenching and beautiful at the same time.... God, I'm hopeless.

I put down the food on the table, saw Jasmin staring at the plate in front of me, stared blankly for a long time, then turned to look at me.

"I...I'm afraid of cinnamon..."

"I'm sorry, the chocolate donuts you asked for are no longer available, and now there are only cinnamon rolls left..."

I blink until my eyelids are cramping, please she's smart enough to create enough distress to get the other person's attention.

"But...but..." She hesitated, as if she understood what I meant, but couldn't find a line.

"I'm really, really sorry, I know I've kept you waiting for a long time, but we really don't have anything left here other than cinnamon rolls..."

"But…"

"Then it's an exchange."

The loud voice of the enemy boy came in, and I tried my best to hold back a chuckle, showing a surprised expression.

"Really? Would you like to trade?"

"Yeah! It's not a donut, but at least it's not cinnamon. Is that okay?" He picked up a sandwich and asked Jasmin, who was facing him, and the girl's face flushed.

That's great, Jasmin, you did see him right.

"She's really noisy." Finnis murmured, referring to Jasmine, rubbing her temples.

I was about to call back Phoenix, but I held back.I watched them exchange food and there seemed to be such a sense of harmony.

"Thank you." Jasmin whispered thanks, and the boy smiled and nodded.

"He finally noticed her, a small step for success." Phoenix said, sighing in pain, "Can I ask her not to be so nervous and shy? There are too many emotional ups and downs, I really..."

I have no idea.I gave Phoenix an apologetic look and saw her purse her lips.

"Do you want me to bring something for you two?" I asked, which was actually a strange question, but it sounded normal to the boy.

"No, thank you."

"I want sugar and creamer..." Jasmine pointed to the coffee and told me.This was a really bad omission, because I sent it up exactly as I liked it.

"Don't bother, I don't add sugar or milk, this is for you, don't waste it." The boy said, pushing things over.

"Ah...thank you!" I stepped on Jasmine's foot under the table, and she finally got into the situation, "Well, what's your name?"

"Johnny."

"I'm Jasmin."

At least they are not strangers.I glanced over to Phoenix, she shrugged and shook her head at me, "They haven't", so I had to back away and continue serving the plate.

I stared at them out of the corner of my eye, and saw that after they had a simple conversation, they fell into silence again.

It’s not going to work, it’s not going to let embarrassment kill everything.

I threw down the rag and ran to the dining outlet, and I yelled into the kitchen, "Can I have a small house fries?"

The uncle gave me a drink as a promise, and soon a portion of French fries was placed at the dining outlet.

"I'm sorry to cause trouble to you two." I said, and put the french fries on the table, while putting down the ketchup.

I tried to avoid Jasmine's horrified look at me, and stepped on her again under the table.

Johnny reached for one, dipped it in some ketchup, and handed it to Jasmin.

Jesmin froze for a moment, reached out to take it, raised her head and smiled slightly at Johnny.

I saw Phoenix sitting up suddenly, and the bow and arrow suddenly appeared. Phoenix was a little too close to the seat opposite, but she still pointed the bow at Johnny.I turned and backed away, always feeling that this was a very personal moment.

Then another guest came in, so the spying on them could not continue.

Later, what I saw was the two of them getting up and walking out of the shop side by side.

"How about it?"

While collecting the leftover empty plates from Jasmine and the others, I asked Finnis in a low voice.

"No way, aren't they all the same?"

I reluctantly took the plate away and walked back with the rag.

"Do you have to talk so coldly? Although you have seen hundreds of couples, you are not moved at all? Work should be joyful, right?"

But in fact, what I really want to complain about is that she speaks coldly, which has been like this since the morning. I don't know if she is indifferent to me, because I am the only one interacting with her.

"I can't be happy, but I finally calmed down a little bit." She moved as she said, her wings were put on her back, and her legs were gracefully crossed on the seat.

I wiped the table and was about to back away when I heard Phoenix call me lazily.

"Ann, the reason the foreman just agreed to what you did was because she was traumatized by loneliness. She loved and was left, and you just convinced someone who least believed in true love."

I said "Oh", not knowing how to feel.

"Hey, can I sit here?" The customer who just came in asked after seeing that I had just cleaned the table.

I was still thinking about how to respond to Phoenix, and my thoughts were interrupted, and the moment was blank.

"Oh... no." I finally said that, and looked up at Phoenix, "This is a reserved seat." Then I took the guest to the other side.

I'm such a fool.

In short, Jasmin's working hours lasted until the evening, so I just served the dishes for one night and greeted the guests all night.

And whenever a guest approaches, I just say that the seat is reserved, and don't approach Phoenix alone.

She also propped her hair in a daze, enjoying a moment of "slightly" quiet.

I admit, even sitting next to Phoenix, someone I knew I had absolutely nothing to do with Jasmine, was enough to please me.How about other strangers?

I can't afford that picture.

Even just watching, I can't afford it.