Cordelia Spencer is a waitress and local bar performer wanting to make it big so she can become a singer/song writer and move to California to start her new life and become the star that she wishes to be, but what will happen when one day she come's...
For the past couple days I have done nothing but think about this mysterious Harry guy, he was so intoxicating and I'm still in disbelief with myself that I got in a car with him after he beat the living shit out of that old man.
I think I had also forgot that I had seen him drinking earlier that night which could have ended terribly, but me being a dumb female with hormones like a dog in mating season I didn't mind.
I was performing at the bar last night and had hopes of seeing him but he never showed his face which was very disappointing to say the least, maybe I should've just said yes to seeing him again and gave him my number while I could.
Unfortunately for me things in my life never go to plan, shit just surprises me out of the blue with how down hill things can go in the space of 5 minutes.
It's like I'm constantly on a roller coaster ride and not one of those nice slow ones, one of the ones with massive fuck off with big loops in them that go at 40 mph, but it never stops its continuous cycle of fucked up shit that I have to deal with.
And today will be one of those days, regardless of the fact I'm seeing Gen at work, my boss is also coming in to check on us. And a lot of the time he just stands there shouting and complaining at me saying he's going to fire me because something is broken, maybe if you listened to me you bald mother fucker then it would be fixed.
He never picks on Gen but it may have something to do with her dad being friends with him and so he doesn't want anything bad getting back to him. Which is fair enough but don't take all your anger out on me, go watch some Pornhub to get your anger out or something.
I take the last drag of my cigarette before walking into the work, I open the doors to be met with the amazing smell fresh pancakes being cooked in the back by Gen.
The Diner is like your normal, typical, American Diner, red booths are lined up against the windows that really need refurbishing because they have rips in them and even some stains from where builders have been sat, the counter has 6 swivel chairs lined up against it, then black and white tiled flooring and the name 'Jacksons Diner' above where the coffee machines are behind the counter which is known as my area, it never gets too busy in here either which just makes the shifts nice.
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I walk over to the counter leaning onto the cold metal so I can get a good look at what Gen's doing in the back as all I can hear is Maneater by Nelly Furtado blasting through the whole of the diner.
I peek through to see Gen dancing along to it miming the words while flipping pancakes, her free hand texting on her phone. The girl can multitask.
"WHAT! Do you think you're doing" I shout aggressively at her making her jump and scream nearly dropping her phone on the pan, the radios that damn loud she must've not heard me walk in.
She looks over at me with a stern look on her face "that was fucking rude! You could have ruined my perfect pancake" she argues rolling her eyes playfully at me, I jump over the counter with a wide smile and make my way towards her to see her 'perfect pancake'
