Right On The Money Honey - Michael Hardy

TWO

Michael Hardy as Himself

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Liz is back to the grind of serving drinks and waiting tables to faceless customers with that dark haired, dimpled cutie on her mind.

"Girl, you look like you got bit by a love bug." Her boss, Anna says with the biggest grin on her face. "'I imagine your trip to Music City went well."

Liz blushes slightly, pulling scraps from the tear away top of her notepad. "Met some of the locals and they showed us how to party right. They're so much nicer in Tennessee than they are here."

"Yeah, they don't know how annoyin you are." She teases, playfully elbowing her. Liz rolls her eyes and laughs. "Meet anyone interesting?"

"Yeah. Coupla guys at a bar." She smiles, picking up a couple plates. She walks away to drop off the orders to a pair of handsome blue collar boys. She shamelessly flirts with them knowing it'll boost her tips. They watch her walk away, their tired eyes trained on her ass in those tight jeans of hers.

"What're their names?" Anna asks when she's back behind the counter.

"Cliff and Michael." Her pretty smile widens at the mention of the two sweet southern boys. "Nice guys."

"Sounds like more than just nice guys." Anna smirks. "Table seven."

Liz nods and heads to the table, her customer service voice activated and her flirty smile on.

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Liz is currently sitting at a table, counting out her tips after the pub is closed. She has her money organized by amount, bills facing the same way and her phone starts ringing.

"Yeah." She answers, not looking at who's calling.

"Hey, it's me."

"Hey! How are you? How's Nashville?"

"Not the same without you here." Michael smiles. "How's Tex-ass?"

"Lonely." She chuckles. "What's up?"

Michael laughs in response. "Is it a crime to call you just 'cause?"

Liz giggles- fucking giggles. "C'mon now."

"You've just been on my mind." He finally admits, blushing furiously at his own words. "Kinda hard to stop thinkin' 'bout you."

"I am kinda the best." She smiles, tapping the keys of the calculator next to her on the table. "Shit."

"What? Everythin' okay?"

"Yeah, sorry. I just made over a hundred bucks in tips tonight."

"Wow. Good for you, Liz."

"Sorry, I know that's not real excitin'."

Michael chuckles. "I gotta get goin'."

"Oh, okay." She says kind of deflated, her heart somewhat aching for this guy she hasn't seen in a month. "Talk later?"

"Absolutely." He grins. "Night, Liz."

"Night, Michael." She hangs up and drops her phone on the table.

"Michael from Nashville?" Anna asks from out of nowhere.

Liz jumps, her hand clenching around a stack of ones. "Jeez- you know I hate when you do that!"

Anna chuckles, sliding into the booth across from her. "Do I hear weddin' bells?" She starts humming a bridal song.

"Oh stop! I literally just met him."