Prologue
Stella was not opposed to greek food. However she felt that there types of people that liked it too much, especially when it's from a non-authentic, run down, failed health inspection, restaurant on the corner of 54th avenue.
No real Greeks would be caught dead here.
Well, not if you count the half-greek British male that came in with his boyfriend— No, husband. Stella had often messed up their marital status given how young both men looked— three nights every week; Tuesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays without fail.
The long dark-haired one—Sirius, as she eventually learned—informed her that the couple was to spend their honeymoon in the states. He gushed about how he had quickly fell in love with the city, and continuously begged his husband—Remus—to keep extending their stay.
Calypso, was not regarded for having a large turnout each night, so Stella began to rather enjoy the company of her two foreign customers.
She had gotten to ask them a few questions about their life. They resided in a quiet village in the English country-side called Avebury, Wiltshire. They both graduated from academy two years ago, and wasted no time declaring their love for one another and got married. Although Remus, the apparent half-greek one, explained that clearly they did waste time given that their honeymoon was nearly three years after their wedding.
But what Stella found odd was that any time she'd ask a question, they would give her a brief suitable answer and quickly turn the conversation around to her. For every one friendly question she asked them, they asked about six.
Now, she wasn't an idiot. She wouldn't tell any random strangers such personal details about her life, but the way they maintained eye contact as she was speaking, the reassuring nods they gave, and the prompting smiles by both men were enough to make Stella genuinely believe these were kind people, that seemed to care about every syllable that left her lips.
Every question, no matter how personal, she answered.
If she was from the city or not. Born and raised.
Whether she'd ever like to visit the English country side. Possibly one day, but my current yearly salary doesn’t allow let any crazy ideas run through my head.
If she lived alone. With my brother. She answered this with a tiny white lie, in the possible case these men ended up being stone cold killers. Stella in fact, did not have a brother and indeed lived alone.
If she had a boyfriend. No, but trust me it’s not my fault.
If she enjoyed being a waitress. It’s not a bad job, but maybe a little generous to call it great.
At the end of every meal, the couple would order a cheese spanakopita to share.
Remus would claim Calypso's spanakopitas weren't as great his mother's once were, but they came in close second.
Every time Stella would ask the men if they would like their check, it seemed as though they purposefully would ask for another soda, just to keep spending time there.
"So, last night in the US," She began as she filled their glasses with more mouthing dew, "You guys excited to go back home?"
Remus swallowed and rolled his eyes playfully, "Please don't tempt him; He won't hesitate to request a longer visa this very moment."
Sirius stuck his tongue out towards his husband, "You weren't exactly opposed to the idea of staying another month."
"That's cause Lily asked me for more pictures! But, I agree. This city has certainly it's charm," Remus answered and both men smiled at this.
"Think you'll come back and visit us?"
"It's a possibility, there's things in this city that I don't think I could go the rest of my life without," Remus looked up at her.
"I'm glad we could make such an impression on you," Stella joked with a mock British accent, as she rest her hand on Sirius' shoulder before heading into the kitchen.
She tapped her phone and the screen lit up to a text from her landlord, Steve.
Sorry, had to cut off the water again. Let me know as soon as you have all the payments.
As specified by her landlord, this wasn't the first time Stella hadn't been able to pay her utilities bill. However, on a day like today, receiving this message was quite literally her last straw.
She got a pretty nasty scrape all the way down her knee during her morning run, which drew the attention of a intense-looking black dog who then followed her all the way to her apartment building. The limp from her knee, then caused her to drop her wallet down a sewer as she was rushing to work. And about an hour into her shift, a steaming hot lamb gyro fell from the kitchen window, affectively burning her entire hand.
This text could really have waited until tomorrow.
Enzo had just closed up the kitchen, leaving Stella as the only occupant in the room. Which allowed the girl to dramatically fall to her knees and begin to sob.
She unfortunately brought a few metal bowls down with her, surrounding her with an immeasurable amount of pain and a mess for her to once again clean up.
She didn't even realize how loud she was crying or how far the the commotion stretched but soon she felt a soothing strong arm wrap around her back, as her head was being put in the crook of Sirius' neck.
"It's okay, honey it's all gonna be just fine."
The sobs came down louder. Harder.
In that moment Sirius knew a final decision to a long debate between him and Remus had been made.
"You're alright little star, Daddy's got you and he won't ever let you go again."
The eighteen year old waitress just cried and cried until the world before her faded to black.