ISLAND LOVE

"Whose turn is it to serve Mr Liam today?" I heard one of the girls whisper behind me. 

It's the third day on the cruise ship, and I'm yet to see the famous Liam Ashford. 

As much as I wanted to mind my business, I'll admit I'm curious to meet the young man who instills fear in everyone around him. Isn't the good type of fear, not the one out of respect, it's the one from his extremely abusive behavior.

"Maya, you're up, go get yourself ready, you will be serving Mr Liam this morning," the head chef instructed, not glancing in my direction.

Be careful what you wish for, it was no joke of a statement. Why did I just think of seeing him, and the next second I'm asked to serve him?

I wanted to swear and curse my faith, but there was no point in doing that, I mean, what could be the worst he could possibly do, yell at me? 

If yelling at someone could actually kill a person, I would be ten feet in the ground by now.

"She's definitely cooked. With that attitude of hers, she's definitely getting in trouble with Mr Liam," one of my co-workers whispered. 

I heard her, but pretended not to, I mean she didn't say it to my face.

"She'd better fix that attitude before showing her face in front of him." Another one chipped in.

"Maya," the head chef called, "you're taking this up first. And remember, no eye contact, and put a smile on that damn face of yours," he added with a tone that left no room for argument. 

"Yes sir, " I responded, straightening my uniform, as I made sure my bun was properly in place and no strand of hair was flying around.

Heaving a sigh, I picked up the tray and walked up to the dining hall. The dining hall was big, with all of his friends who are as prominent as he is seated around, a huge chandelier hung from the ceiling, giving the room its gold glow.

"If you're done staring, will you bring whatever you have with you to the table,"  A voice said, jolting me from my thoughts. It wasn't pleasant, more of sarcasm and disdain.

Rushing over to the table with my face flushed and face down, I quickly place the tray, arranging the food one after the other, "How foolish are you? Aren't you supposed to start over here?" the same voice that had spoken earlier said.

"What was his problem? What difference does it make if I start at this end of the table or the other," I thought. 

I raised my head slowly, trying to identify the face of the restless person, who wouldn't let me do my job in peace. 

My eyes locked with his, it wasn't difficult to miss, every TV station and billboard had his face. Every corner you turned on the cruise ship had a large picture frame of him. "Hurry