Where our story begins

Our now quite large family came from small beginings. I am Brandi and I would like to share a little about my heaven on Earth. It all began on a very busy night at a little mexican resturaunt in Midvale, Utah. I hadn't been a server there long (in fact I think it was only my second night as a server) I had previously been a hostess. Anyway I was standing behind our serving station when I glanced up at the door which people had been pouring though for hours. We were on about a 30 minute wait when he passed under the doorway. When I looked up I was frozen. Couldn't move couldn't speak, nothing but of coarse stare. His sea green eyes had me locked. Now keep in mind at this point in my life I was just barely 18 and shy when it came to guys. So of course when my brain finally kicked in and my good sense was screaming "What are you doing" he had already seen me and blood rushed as fast as possible to every part of my face turning me the same color as the salsa I was pouring. Quickly I dropped my eyes and tried to ignore the rampage of butterflies suddenly in my belly. So trying to be as inconspicutious as possible (or so I thought) my body being as obvious as possible I tried to gather my shaking limbs and carry a tray of chips to a table in need of a snack. A fellow hostess picked up on this rather embarassing display and decided it would be entertaining to take it upon herself and seat this new distraction in my section!! Well you can probably guess how the rest of the night went. As I walked the tray of chips to the table he now sat, it took everything I had to not drop it in his lap. I got through the drink order and then the food. I turned quickly around and breathed a sigh of relief that I had not embarassed myself. The next 20 minutes or so were uneventfull and then it happened. I went back to check on him and his father to make sure their food was to their liking and he held up a piece of sharp plastic and asked me if I was trying to kill him. "Oh please tell me that was not in your food" anything but that. Sure enough it was. Lying there right under his enchilada! Uh.......was all that came out. Immediatly my face went through at least 10 shades of red before blossoming into a glorious purple. Why me? Quickly I ran back to beg my manager for some discount tickets, free meals, to fire me, anything to get me out of this situation. I came away with some half off coupons for the next time they were in. I appologized profusly and wrote off any chance of anything involving this lovley stranger in my future and handed him the coupons. What a nightmare! They said thank you and went up to the cashier to pay and I went and hid in the back. Later that night my manager pulled me aside and told me that he thought that the guy in table six liked me. You guess it the enchilada guy. "Whatever" was my reply. I thought he was trying to be funny. Then he held out their food ticket and on the back it said, "The service was great, I know you weren't trying to kill me." CJ and then his number. Well I certainly wasn't going to call him. After all he looked at least 3 years older than me and I was still in high school. Besides what on earth would I say " Hi I'm the girl who tried to kill you."