Jenny's Heart

Chapter 1

*Three years later*

"Order up!"

The words, along with the chime of a small call bell, echoed throughout the small diner. 

Jenny glanced up from the table she was serving to see her next table's order get placed on a small counter that led from the kitchen. She gave the people she was serving a polite smile before walking towards the order.

When she reached the counter, she adjusted the tray to lie in the crook of her elbow. She grabbed the plate of steaming food with her unused hand and gently placed it on top of the tray.

"It's not fair."

Jenny glanced towards one of her fellow waitresses who stood near the window, filing one of her nails in an agitated manner.

"What?" Jenny inquired as she grabbed a knife and fork that had been neatly folded in a napkin.

"How come he always sits at your table?" the young waitress, Emily, pouted.

The 'he' whom Emily spoke of, was none other than Nathan Walker: one of the top ranked billionaires in the world, owner of Walker Inc., and (as if he didn't already have enough going for him) one of the most handsome men ever to grace the planet - according to several gossip magazines.

Although Jenny didn't spend much time listening to celebrity gossip, she couldn't help but know who he was – everyone in Manhattan did; especially since his nasty divorce two years ago. The media had only just started to settle after the juicy story of Nathan finding his wife in bed with the man who happened to be his greatest rival in business.

Jenny hadn't personally met him back then but she did feel sorry for him. No one deserved to go through something like that.

She shook the thoughts from her head and smiled at the forlorn, love-struck waitress beside her. "Well, maybe if you had kept your tongue from falling out your mouth when he did sit at your table, he might've stayed," she commented. 

Emily stuck her tongue out at her childishly.

Jenny chuckled as she made her way towards Mr Walker's table. He was a silent man and only spoke to say what he wished to order. He never came to the diner accompanied by anyone either. He would just arrive, sit in his usual spot, order, and then work on the very expensive laptop he brought with him.

The first time he walked through the door, Jenny almost didn't believe her eyes. Why would one of the richest men in the world come to a tiny, unrated diner? It didn't make sense.

At the time, she was still fairly new to the diner and thought that he often frequented the small establishment. However, the unusual hype from the rest of the staff proved otherwise. Those people couldn't move faster even if firecrackers were placed under their feet.

But the more Jenny found herself thinking about it, the more she realized his visits were growing more frequent as the weeks, and soon months, went by. She couldn't help but assume that his appearance in a small, run-down diner had something to do with the media and his divorce case. 

Maybe this was the only place he could find some peace and quiet? Nobody in this area really cared for the next person. The thought of his situation saddened her.

But, pushing all previous thoughts aside, she smiled politely as she approached his table. 

"Your order, sir," she said, her voice soft so as not to disrupt his concentration too suddenly.

Mr Walker glanced up from the the laptop and their eyes met. Jenny felt her heart speed up instantly as she looked into his sapphire eyes. Their startling shade was enhanced by his dark, almost-black, hair.