"G'day, sheila." It had all started with those two words. The combination of his words, his accent, and his goofy smile made you fall for him instantly. You knew it was foolish and that you would probably never see him outside of your restaurant again, but you fell. Hard.
Sure, you'd found other customers attractive, but never like this. He came to your restaurant every week, and would greet you the same way with the same cheeky grin. Eventually, you gathered the courage to spark up a conversation and hoped you wouldn't make a fool of yourself.
"So, you come here a lot. You must really like it here." You said, wanting to slap yourself immediately after. 'Of course he likes it here, idiot! He's here every bloody week!'
"Yep. This is my favorite restaurant. You're also my waitress everytime, and you've yet to give me your name." You didn't stop to think about the name tag you wore with your uniform. You'd contemplated why you waited on him each week, and at first thought it sheer luck. But now, by the playful glint in his eyes, realised he rquested you each time.
"It's (f/n)." You looked everywhere but his eyes for fear you'd go weak in your knees.
"The name's Cody." You tried, and failed, to stifle a light giggle. "What?"
"Nothing, you just sounded a lot like Steve Irwin right then." He chuckled along with you, and you realised a few people were staring.
"Um, I should probably get your order." You said, embarrassed but also a little miffed about your conversation being interrupted. As you continued to serve your customers, you spent a little extra time with Cody. With every second you spent with him, you fell even deeper. Everything about him was wild to you; his messy brown hair, electric green eyes, the way his accent flowed from his lips, even the band-aid that ran across his nose.
He told you the story of how his pet koala, Bub, had socked him in the spot where the band-aid lay, claiming they weren't as cuddly as they looked. He explained to you his large, somewhat dysfunctional family. Though you knew he'd be back next week, you were saddened when he left.
"Tir, would you mind cleaning off that table for me?" You asked your coworker before you retired for the night. "You can keep the tip if you want." Just before you could leave, Tir approached you.
"Actually, (f/n)," Tir said, handing you a slip of paper. "I think this tip is for you." You nwrapped the twenty dollar bill, revealing another piece of white paper.
'Call me sometime, amybe you can meet that koala of mine.' You read off the paper, where Cody's number was printed underneath. 'P.S., I promise he won't sock you in the nose.'
"Well, he's definitely a special one." Tir said after reading over your shoulder.
"Yeah," You agreed wistfully. "Special."