His girl

Sam's Diner | Chapter 1

Alicia

It's cold. Winter was always the worst. So cold, a single breath sent razors down my throat. The icy wind ripped through my clothing shaking my bones. The window in my poorly insulated apartment, broken, forever to remain slightly open. My sheets providing little warmth. I crawl out of bed as the frosty air bites my skin. Turning the handle to the shower waiting for it to heat up.
Entering the shower, I let the warm water run along my curves and melt my frozen bones. Only after I had finished washing my self did I exit the shower. I quickly dried myself and put on my work uniform.

Sam's Diner is the place where I work. It's a 5 minute trudge through the snow. My feet frozen by the time I arrive. Sams' is in a corner off Main Street. No one comes to this place unless they work for Him. Today is my first day. I would say that I'm scared but I'm not. I'm terrified.

Walking in the diner is quite normal. The diner was dark moody. Not a family friendly kinda place.

"Hello?" My voice cuts threw the darkness as it leaves it's eerie imprint in my mind. "Who is it?" A shout can be heard from behind the counter, accompanied by a thick Italian accent.

"I'm Alicia Florakis, I'm starting today."

"Very well then, Start off with wiping down the tables. Go set down your things into the break room. Your lockers is number 6."

Nodding in agreement, I get to work wiping down the tables while being sure that all tables have napkins, salt & pepper shakers, and toothpicks.

"Good. Now man the counter. The men will come in and take their sits you go and take their order. Put the order on the clips in the kitchen window. Got that?"

"Yes sir."

Doing as I was instructed I stood at the wooden counter until eventually customers came in. Mostly men dressed in 3 piece suits. There is no doubt in my mind, This is the Italian mafia's diner. Half past noon, the diner is littered with rough intimidating men. Very few women. The ones there, on their respective partners laps, only there to be decoration. Taking each table orders as quickly and clearly as possible. All while concealing the deep fear I'm my stomach.

Everything is fine will be okay as long He doesn't show up.

Then, It's as if the devil himself is watching over me. In walks in the Satan among man.

Lorenzo D'Angelo