Elijah Bennett Monologue

Words can’t describe how I felt the moment I first saw Elijah Bennett. He walked into my café; shoulders held high, eyes narrowed as he walked across the stained wood floor. Why a man like Eli was in a café quaint and small like mine still baffles me. Men like him never graced establishments like these. They spent most of their time in high class restaurants or bars; living life with seemingly no care- or at least that is how the media portrayed them. I watched as Elijah stopped at a table in the corner and kissed the hand of the woman who occupied it. The woman nodded in greeting and sat down across from him. Their exchange seemed personal yet distant at the same time. I gripped the edge of my grey shirt and played with it as I watched …show more content…
I couldn’t help but feel excited at the thought of rich socialites dining at my cafe. Not only was it just any rich socialite, but it was Elijah Bennett, the heir of Bennett enterprises. At the mere age of twenty-two, he was one of the wealthiest men in New York. As far as I remember Elijah had been a part of my life, his name graced the lips of the people I attended school with. He was envied by everyone our age, and growing up consisted of reading the latest news on the Bennett family. What would the losers I attended high school with say if they heard he was now sitting in little Alexis Holmes’ Cafe.
I smiled as I carefully picked up the steaming cups of coffee. I swiftly walked towards the table in the corner only to see it had been abandoned. What? I quickly spun around to glance at the front door when I felt my face come in contact with someone’s solid chest. With a loud, “Oomph!” I flew backwards towards the daunting wood floor, the two steaming hot cups of coffee still held tightly in my …show more content…
I groaned aloud when my eyes met none other than Elijah Bennett.
He wiped frantically at the front of his gray suit, where a large coffee stain dripped down towards his matching gray slacks. His tall six-foot- three frame towered over my petite one, which was still sprawled across the floor. Truth is, I was too mortified to move. He still had not made eye contact with me and I was tempted more than ever to stand up and run straight out of the cafe. But alas, right at that moment he looked down. I had never felt so self conscious as I he stared down at me. His brown eyes narrowed as he met my gaze.
I stood up and tried not to slip on the coffee that now covered the floor. “Oh goodness, I am so so sorry Mr. Bennett.” I picked up a case of napkins that sat on the table next to me and immediately began blotting his light pink, coffee colored dress shirt. “I will pay for the dry cleaning, I promise. I don’t even know how this happened. I-“ My poor excuse for an apology was interrupted.
“I can surely pay for my own dry cleaning, thank you.” His voice was rich and husky it sent chills down my body and I stopped trying to clean up his shirt.
I cleared my throat and met his eyes, “Oh, of course you