Untouchable

Yeah, this guy was crazy. And there was no way of sugar-coating it. He was absolutely bat-shit. Psychotic, with a capital p, and he certainly didn't have just a couple screws loose here and there. No, this man was completely insane.

Not only did he seriously expect me to believe that there are invisible monsters called "curses" that only certain people with special abilities called "sorcerers" can see...but that I was one of those "special" people?

Nope. No way. I was not subscribing to that, and I was taking this man to see a doctor right then and there.

"No, really, I'm being serious. I'm not making this up," he pressed. "Come, let me show you what I mean."

My body reacted far faster than my brain could process his actions. When he stepped forward to grab my wrist, I stepped back. With my arms now crossed over my chest, I cocked an eyebrow at the man. "Look, um dude? Do you...need to see a doctor or something because I've been going to this therapist lately, and I could give you their information if you need it. Hana is a really good therapist. She listens to you and—"

"My, do you really think I'm crazy?"

I resisted the urge to laugh, and instead, it came out as a strangled snort as I fought back the urge to say something scathing. "What? No way. All I'm saying is this, I'm sure that..." I gestured vaguely behind myself, in the direction of some strange thing I saw just prior to meeting the man, "Whatever it was I thought that I saw, was nothing. Monsters don't exist. Ok? It was probably just a bug or something."

"Nuh-uh-uh. It's 'curses' princess. And do you actually expect me to think that you really believe it was just a bug? Not all bugs are really that big, you know?"

At this point, saying something really insulting was highly tempting. However, I opted to force a rather sarcastic smile on my face as I said, "Really? Well, I'm so sorry for messing up the name of your little imaginary creatures. Now if you're trying to hit on me or something...like...don't. I'm not in a very good mood today, and you're giving me a lot of reasons to slap you across your stupid face right now."

The grin that came to his lips was somehow more irritating to me than the words that came out of his mouth, "Ooo wow...You're not easy at all, are you?" he teased playfully.

"No. I guess not," I replied cooly.

Then, I paused, shifting my weight to my right foot. I looked down, sighing through my nose, and swiftly turned on my heels to walk away. Not only was he crazy but he was an arrogant piece of shit too. The second I had turned my back, there came the sound of footsteps right behind me. His arm reached out for my wrist as it swung backward. The hand that he reached out was swift, almost desperate to intercept the natural idle motions of my arms as I attempted to get away from him. I wasn't too surprised though when I felt his fingers graze the back of my hand. He seemed like the kind of guy to flirt with just anybody and get what he wanted without much need to ever try too hard. So it's not like I didn't know that I needed to be as far away from him as possible. Besides, at this point I had long since scrapped the idea of taking him to a doctor; he was clearly beyond any personal assistance I could find him.

I jerked my arm forward. Just in time before he could have fully grabbed my wrist. I sharply turned to face him. A hard look settled over my features. I hadn't realized how fiercely I had been glaring until I noticed the way his lip twitched causing his seemingly permanent grin to falter ever so slightly.

Then, just before he could open his mouth to speak again, I calmed my nerves just enough to give a brief respectful bow as I said, "Listen, sir? "

"My name's Gojo," he interjected, still grinning.

"Right whatever. It was um...nice? Meeting you? But please, with all due respect to you...leave me alone unless you want me to start screaming. Because I can gather a whole lot of unwanted attention on you really easily since this is now the 15th time I am asking you to leave me alone, the second time that you have attempted to touch me and you have not listened to any of my kinder requests. I'm sure you've got a ton of women just willingly lining up to get the chance to stand within a ten-mile radius of you anyways. So if you don't mind. I'm going to go now."

Once I had actually turned around, I couldn't be sure if he was following me or not. For all, I knew he could have actually just shrugged it off and went on his way as well like a normal person. Not that I cared. At least I wouldn't have to see him ever again.

Right?

"Y/N!!!"

"Yes?"

"BITCH, COME OVER HERE!"

I groaned. I really wished that they wouldn't do that. But I guess since these are the kinds of people I attract to myself, there's virtually no avoiding it. For some reason, (Friend's name) thought it was a fantastic idea to scream at me from halfway across the cafe just to get my attention. I put my writing pad back in the front pouch of my apron, grumbling under my breath, as I made my way to the kitchen.

"Alright, I'm here," I sighed. "What is it now?"

(F/n) grabbed my arm harshly. They dragged me back further into the bustling noise of the kitchen and lowered their voice to a whisper as they said,

"Ok, so this super hot new guy just walked into the cafe a few minutes ago and they like literally just seated him, just now."

I raised an eyebrow at them. How any of this information related to me at all? I had no clue. But there was no point in trying to ignore it. So I pulled my arm back from (f/n's) grasp, and I crossed my arms over my chest as I said,

"And so? What's that got to do with me?"

(F/n) gawked at me, "Are you kidding me?! You don't care at all?!" they shook their head, pinching the bridge of their nose before finally managing to lower their voice back down to a manageable volume, "This is why you're still single."

"Why must everything revolve around my love life?" I rolled my eyes with a chuckle. "What about yourself?"

My friend scoffed, "Oh please that is not the issue at hand here." they grabbed my arm again and turned me to the left, and pointed at a table in the distance. "Just look at him and see what I'm talking about."

I sighed, "I really don't think that—"

"Just look at the guy already, okay?"

I pursed my lips and sighed in exasperation. My eyes scanned the crowd of customers until they, undoubtedly, landed on a tall figure clad in all black. His stark white hair was the only thing that stood out of place in contrast to his outfit and all the other customers seated at the tables around him. I felt like hiding under the nearest table. I groaned. It was that exact same guy from earlier. And I began to wonder exactly what I could have possibly done recently to have such bad luck.

"And guess what?" just before I could look away, (f/n) slapped a hand to my back as they said, "Apparently he was looking for someone with your exact description."

"What?"

"Umhmm! And Lucky you. That's your table, girl. So go on. Do your job."

I gawked at (f/n) in shock. I couldn't believe I was seriously being left to deal with him again. How did he even find himself in my cafe? When my friend only shrugged their shoulders before turning on their heel to serve the other tables, I scowled at them, mumbling to myself,

"Yeah, lucky me..." I shook my head, grabbed my pen and writing pad from my front pocket, and started off towards the table.

Clearly, he had seen me coming, because he grinned at me. I wanted to punch him already, but I narrowed my eyes at him, lowering my voice to a near whisper as I said in reply, "Don't 'hi' me. Okay?" I scoffed, "Seriously, dude? Is this some kind of joke? What gives?"

That silly smile came back to his face again, "What do you mean?"

"I mean why are you here?"

"Well, to be honest, I was feeling pretty hungry, and this seemed like a nice place to eat. So, I thought I'd stop by and grab something real quick."

I exhaled deeply and pinched the bridge of my nose, "Yeah, this is exactly what I'm talking about. What you don't seem to understand is that I work here."

"Oh, Is that so? That's such a coincidence!" Gojo hummed, "Oh! Does that mean you're gonna be taking my—?"

"And I pay attention to all the customers that walk through that door right there," I interjected pointedly.

When he merely sat forward in his chair, placing his elbows on the table before resting his chin over the bridge of his interlocked fingers—that in my opinion from first glance, were rather long—my annoyance with this man nearly shot through the roof. His obnoxiously enchanting smile only grew wider, and I could only imagine what kind of cocky glint his shaded eyes held, much less what color they even were.

"Observant type. I like that."

I groaned, already feeling thoroughly drained from my interaction with this man. I did have to bite my tongue to keep from saying anything that would get me fired though, and instead I released a single sigh of exhaustion as I rolled my eyes.

"Never not once in my entire life since I've been working here, which for me is too damn long for my liking, have I ever seen you eat here. Not until after I met you today."

If he was winking at me I probably couldn't tell from behind those infernal shades he wore.

"There's a first for everything, princess," he cooed, now dropping one hand to rest his chin in the palm of the other.

I shoved the little writing pad for taking orders into my front apron pocket, only now slamming my hands, conveniently close to his own, flat onto the table. Unsurprisingly he hadn't jumped or moved his hand back when I did.

"Yeah right," I scoffed. "Are you stalking me now or something—?"

"Y/N!!!!!" I heard my friend/coworker yell out causing me to jerk my own hands back in surprise and whip my head around to face them.

"Yes?!" I vacantly called back.

"Come ooooon! We've got other tables to serve, and I can't do them all on my own!"

"Alright, gotcha! I'm on it!"

With that vivid reminder of where I was, I turned back around with a sigh. My hand reached into the front pocket of my apron to pull out my pen and writing pad, pulling a stray hair behind my ear with my free hand.

"Here's a menu, sir..." I grumbled, watching his head lower slightly as I pushed one of the laminated sheets over to him. "Would you like me to give you some—"

I started to ask if he would have preferred for me to give him time to think over his order, but the sudden flash of blue eyes peeking from behind the man's tinted glasses as they slipped down ever so slightly from the bridge of his nose had cut me off before I could finish.

Had he intended for that to happen? Were his glasses really that loose on his face? His eyes were such a bewitchingly, crystal-like blue that I found myself incapable of even looking away, much less blinking. I stuttered to remember what I had even been asking him to begin with, but he had opened his mouth to speak, finally raising his head to look at me directly.

"You were saying?" he asked. "Or did you forget seeing as you've found something you like?"

I hardly had time to respond to his question, before he winked, batting his set of long white lashes at me. It was almost as though he were beckoning me to come closer. My breath caught in my throat, and I bit my lip softly, allowing myself to be mesmerized by the flirtatious act for far longer than I would have liked to admit.

I shook my head.

"Y/n," he called out lowly, almost as if to say it to himself.

The sound of my name coming from his lips as he pushed his shades back up his face was enough to break me from my trance. I hadn't even noticed when or how his hands had gotten so close to my own until I felt his thumb tracing small circles on the back of my hand. And I finally managed to scowl at him, jerking my hands back off the table. The expression on his face once I did had changed, a flicker of amazement etching across his face.

"Woah," he only now laughed softly in reply pulling his shades back down slightly to look at me again. "You're really hot too, you know that?"

I swallowed thickly as my heart began to beat rapidly against my chest. I hated that he managed to catch me so off guard like that. It was probably no different from what he could say to any other girl. Yet as much as I despised his annoying put-on persona, as much as I knew he probably could have said the exact same thing to another girl before he met me and could say it again to another girl after me, strangely enough, I wasn't sure if I could actually believe he meant that. Maybe it was the bewildered look that flashed across his face that I hadn't seen previously on him before. But was I really the first to reject his flirtatious advances? I found that rather hard to believe. The man was hot and all, but he was a total ass. There had to be some sensible woman in this world other than me.

My mind flickered to a previous relationship, and all other instances where something similar had occurred. With the memory solidly burned into the depths of my mind, I settled on not allowing it to happen again.

"YYY/NNN!!!!" (f/n) yelled again, "Stop flirting with the customers and move your ass!"

"I'm n—I'm not flirting!" I groaned, before snapping my mouth shut and turning around to face the man who I was pretty sure was staring at me when I had looked away, "It's this asshole that's flirting with me." Then I sighed, lowering my voice, "Look, that's really sweet of you to say. But if you really rehearse that to get in the pants of every person with a vagina you meet, then you've got another thing coming, because I don't care what you say. I'm not buyin, asshole," Gojo opened his mouth to answer, but I cut him off before he could speak. "Look, I don't have time to talk to you all day. So after you're done here can you promptly get the hell out, please? You're screwing with my ability to work, and I'm not trying to get fired. So what's your order?"

Surprisingly, he was silent for a moment, just looking at me from behind those tinted shades. I almost thought he wasn't going to answer, until he dropped his shades again and said, "Oh boy, you're an angry one too aren't you? Why so upset?" Then he gave me a cheeky closed-eyed smile, "You know, you can come by where I work if you'd like."

I nearly wanted to laugh at his suggestion, and I scoffed in reply, "Are you crazy? I don't even need to know what kind of job you have to tell you no straight up. Now just tell me what you want to eat so you can get out."

Gojo shrugged, "If you say so." he pushed the menu towards me, and I readied my pen and pad to write down his order.

"Give me an iced coffee and—" he pulled the menu back again, "Oh! you have (favorite food)?! Gimme that!"

I groaned, shaking my head in disbelief. I couldn't believe that this is what I had to deal with today. It's as though this man had two modes; a 5-year-old child and a massive flirt. But it was better to just get it over with and get him out as soon as possible. Once I had written down his complete order, I grabbed the menu from the table and turned to walk back to the kitchen.

Thankfully, I had only had to return to his table twice throughout my workday; once to hand him his food and again to give him his check once he had said he was ready. I begrudgingly thanked the man before returning to check on all the other tables I had to serve, and as I worked, I had gotten so caught up in everything else that I didn't even realize when he left. I had only found myself shocked to see his table empty when I went to seat another group of people at the table just to the left of the one he had been seated in.

I wasn't sure how long he had been gone by that point, but I was relieved that I could work the rest of the day without the stress of feeling like he was watching me, from behind those tinted shades with those beautiful blue eyes of his.

Wait...what in hell am I thinking...

I sighed once I realized I had only a few of the regular customers left to serve and would be able to head home for the day in just a little over an hour.

"Just a few more Y/n, then you can go home and sleep," I muttered to myself under my breath.

"Well, that's the last one for today."

"Seems like it."

(F/n) grinned, "So Y/n, we're still gonna go to the mall tomorrow as planned?"

Crossing my arms over my chest, I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, "Yeah, but I'll let you know if anything changes, alright?" then, I muttered under my breath. "Not that I intend for anything to change though."

"Perfect!" (F/n) laughed eagerly, "Ohh! I'm so excited! See ya tomorrow, (Y/n)!"

My friend's eagerness was so contagious I couldn't keep from smiling, and wrapping my arms around them as they jumped to hug me.

"Alright alright, I gotta go to bed if you want me getting up any time remotely close to 7."

"Right, right gotcha. Sorry girl!" they laughed pulling back to look at me from arm's length, "Sheesh, you're like a whole ass senior citizen. Need a bedtime and everything. Goddamn. Remind me to help you change that okay?"

My face twisted in confusion, "Why would I remind you of that?"

"I'm just trying to help. If you wanna stay the old grandma you are go ahead, you can't say I didn't try though."

I shook my head as (F/n) separated themselves from me as they said. "Anyways, goodnight Y/n!"

They waved once before turning to walk down the street to their house. With a small sigh, I turned the other way and began walking off to my own block.

I hadn't checked my phone for the time, but when I reached the corner of the street where my house was, the sun was just beginning to set. The thought of what I was going to cook for myself for dinner rose to the forefront of my mind, and I groaned once I remembered that I had so conveniently run out of the needed ingredients to make (favorite food). With a sigh I turned on my heel, only now deciding to take a brief trip to the nearest store.

I was determined to make this trip as quick as possible though. As I wasn't lying to F/n earlier when I said that I didn't want to be out too late, and right now I wanted nothing more than to be in bed. With this goal in mind, I walked briskly through the store's isles, scanning only the shelves and fridges that I figured would have what I needed. I snatched every