The Rutherford Twins {Book One}

Chapter 13

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Nina's P.O.V

*A little flashback from her first P.O.V in chapter 8*

I take a seat at my usual table and the same Tory comes to view.

"Good day ma'am." He grits through his teeth. You can tell he's forcing himself to greet.

What's his problem?

" Hey yo! Don't greet me like that." I voice out.

"How do you expect me not to! You promised not to ever come into my life again. I almost lost my job! But what do you do? You show up the day after! And now, you're here again?!" He whisper yells.

I'm confused

"What?"

"I can't believe you broke your promise, Nancy..." He hisses.

Oh right... I almost forgot I have someone in my life that has the same face as I do...

"Oh so sorry, Tory. I guess I'm just a liar." I smirk, acting along.

This is going to be my new escape from my mental stress.

End of flashback

"Despicable..." He murmurs. " What would you like to order?" He asks, brushing our little conversation aside.

I'm sure his boss treats him like the servant that he is. I mean, look at the way he just ranted about almost loosing his job. He's a cheap boy, obviously.

"Get me something expensive. Something you know you can never afford " I lay emphasis on the word 'never'.

He gasps, like he didn't expect what I just said to leave my mouth, but eventually nods and head to the kitchen or wherever.

Cheap people...

I hate them. If not for the quality food and the fact that I need to clear my head, I wouldn't have come here.

I miss Henry. Fuck! I miss him with all of me. I wish he could be here with me, saying sweet things to me and telling me everything will be okay. I miss his touch. I miss all of him.

I take my phone from my hand bag, checking my Instagram.

I love Instagram. I'm addicted to it. For the first time, I haven't posted in a week. I've been worried about Henry that I didn't have the time, or saw the need to post.

I raise my head to itch my eye when it catches something.

I have to blink twice.

No.

He's just a look alike.

It can't be him.

I see Henry and a fair, beautiful, young girl take a seat at the other end of the restaurant. He waits for her to sit, then pecks her cheek. Afterwards, he goes over to his seat to sit as well.