Once class was over, I headed home taking my own vehicle as it was parked in the parking lot at school. After parking my grey Altima Nissan in the parking lot of the apartment complex, I take the keys out of the ignition and sigh. "School down, only work left." Opening the door, I grab my belonging, get out of the car, and make my way to the front building.

"Hey Irina," shouts a neighbor walking their Collie.

"Hi Scott," I shout back waving.

Entering the front building, I was greeted once again. "Hey Irina," the receptionist speaks.

"Hey Marley," I speak back to her as I make my way to the elevator. Pressing the up button, the elevator opens. Seeing how I am the only one in it, I press the button taking it up to the third floor.

Taking my keys out of my bag, I jiggle them in my hands as I wait for the elevator to reach the fourth floor and ding. As it opens, I walk out of the elevator and down the tan hallway carpet to make my way to door 4c.

Standing in front of the door, I say "Home sweet home."

Unlocking the door and opening it, I use my foot to close once inside as my hands are full. Using my shoulders, I turn on the light in the living room. Making my way through my apartment, I walk to the kitchen which is in the same room as the living room.

Going to the refrigerator, I shuffle everything to one hand as I open the door and grab a bottle of apple juice. I look around the fridge some more but see nothing I am in the mood more.

Closing the door, I place the apple juice on top of my backpack, papers, and laptop, I use my chin to hold it down. Carrying my items, I walk down the hallway and make a left turning on the light to my bedroom.

My room isn't small, but it isn't big either. I have a queen sized bed with a bunch of pillows. My guess was there was at least six. A flat screen is on the wall across from my bed. My dresser is under the tv as it stretches to one part of the wall and close to the door. I have a white carpet throughout the room, and a small chandelier on the ceiling.

Placing my items on the black cover of my bed, I kick my shoes off.

Reaching for the remote on my night stand, I turn on the tv and turn to a show called Catfish.

Spreading out my homework for each class, I decide to turn on my laptop and start working on a paper that is due tomorrow.

Allowing myself to flow into my paper, my fingers tap the keys easily as I glance at the tv every once in a while. Taking a computer class in middle school was a huge success since it taught me to type without looking.

Hearing some keys jingle and the front door close, I know that can't be but one person. "Hey Scott," I call out before he makes it to my room.

"I brought pizza," Scott says making his way into my room and sitting the box down on my night stand.

Scott has sandy short brown hair and small freckles around his cheeks that brings out his light green eyes. Scott hates his freckles, but to me that make him look even hotter as he is already tall with a muscular body tone. "Thanks Scotty."

Hearing a woman sob on tv to realize I've actually seen this episode. "Should I even ask what happen?" Scott asks taking a seat on my bed.

"Girl was dating this guy on the Internet, guy was really a girl, the girl is heartbroken," I tell Scott reaching over to the nightstand and picking up a slice of pizza.

"Really? Which one?"

"Both," I laugh.

"Oh, pepperoni with extra cheese and extra sauce. Just how you like it." I smile as I take a bite out of the steamy pizza as cheese gets stuck on my lip.

"You have a little," Scott says motioning to my bottom lip. Laughing, I lick the cheese off. "I would offer to get that for you," Scott says jokingly. "I will be in my room."

Scott takes a slice of pizza of his own and leaves to go to his own room which is right across the hall.

Scott and I never been in a relationship. Sure Scott will flirt with me every now and then, but I just shrug it off. Scott and I have known each other since we were in kindergarten. He was always there for me and we decided we get along just fine enough to move in with each other.

"Oh yeah," Scott shouts through the wall. Knowing he is on his way to my room I go ahead and look at the door. "How did it go momma bird?"

Rolling my eyes I laugh. "I am not a momma bird yet, and it went well."

"I still say sex is the best way to make a baby," he says leaving the doorway.

"Says the single man!" I shout loud enough for him to hear me.

"Says the twenty four year old virgin," he shoots back.

Laughing at his words I realize he is right. I am a twenty four year old virgin, buts that's because no guy that I have dated ever lasted as long as a month. All except Jason. Feeling anger rise in me, I push Jason to the back of my mind.

Hearing a small beeping noise, I silence my iPhone, jump out of bed and hurry to get dressed. "Shit," I say out loud. Taking off my dress, I slip into black fitted pants, a white blouse, and black shoes. Grabbing a scrunchy, I put my long natural brown hair into a neat ball on my head.

Grabbing my keys and my phone I rush out the door hearing Scott telling me to have a nice day at work. Rushing down the hall and to the elevator, I press the button faster as if it would make it open quicker.

Once it opens I rush into the elevator and hit the number one.

As the doors open I see someone in the same attire as me. "Ready?" she asks.

"Yup," I tell her as we rush out of the building, head to my Nissan, and get in.

"Thanks Irina, I owe you one," says the petite woman. "It's fine Jasmine. We work at the same place," I laugh.

"Who do you think will get the big tables today?" Jasmine asks.

I shrug my shoulders. "I guess we have to see."

*****

After twenty minutes of driving, I park outside the fancy restaurant and rush out of the car as I cut it off. Jasmine is right on my tail as we hurry to the back and open the door.

Walking through the door I grab an apron off of the racket, and slip it around me.

"Jasmine you have section A and E, Irina you have V.I.P they are your only concern today. Hop to it," my boss yells from the other side of the kitchen.

"Got it Lee," I tell him as I make my way through the double doors and exit into the dining room that has red carpet across the floor, consisted of soft violin music playing, and chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Truly elegant.

I nod my head to other co workers as I pass them and make my to a closed curtain at the end of the restaurant. Before I let the V.I.P know I am here I hear a strong voice telling me to enter.

How in the hell did he know I was outside? Do I really walk that loud?

Doing as told, I step into the curtained area to see the spacious room that has a chandelier above the glass round table. Without need a pencil and pen, I immediately say my lines that I am sure I can say in my sleep. "Hi, my name is Irina and I will be your server for today. What can I get you to drink?"

Looking around the room I notice there are three men. One has blonde hair with pale skin and blue eyes as another has black hair with dark skin and brown eyes, but the one that stood out the most to me, was the man with the long dark black hair that stopped to his shoulders and tan skin.

They are all wearing black suits with black ties, yet he looks like a god among the men. Zeus, is who he reminds me of. The other two men remind me of Poseidon and Ares.

I try not to make as much eye contact as I know my eyes make people uncomfortable. "I will have a glass of wine. And you?" the man with blonde hair asks the other men. "The same. Bring us a bottle of wine. If you may miss Irina," the man with the black hair says.

"And what would you like for an appetizer?" I ask remembering the nights I stayed up practicing these lines years ago.

"Six orders of Japanese Spring rolls, three orders of Shrimp Tempura, and four orders of Gyoza," he says.

Nodding my head I start to walk away when the all powerful intimidating Zeus says "Will you be able to remember that? We don't like mistakes," he tells me.

Feeling a bit challenged, I turn around and look him in the eyes. "Yes sir, I will be able to remember every bit," I tell him. They notice my eyes but only look instead of making a comment about them.

Excusing myself, I walk out the the area and head for the kitchen. But, I have to admit that I am taken back from them not saying anything about my eyes. My left eye is brown, as the other is blue. It is a genetic effect I have had since I was born. But I wish that was only as weird as my eyes got.