❝ 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖?❞
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Alessia has only ever truly cared for few people in her life; her siblings and her best friend.
She learned early on that people come and go and to never get attached.
He...
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It's been a few days since my awkward breakdown and I managed to forget all about it like every time and got back to my usual routine.
That's why I found myself cursing god and everyone as I ran around tables and blocking out babies' cries, teenagers' laughter and people's loud annoying voices.
It was a full night and there were only two of us to manage it all. Well there was also the man who owned the place but it's not like he ever got off his ass to do something. He may throw on a suit once in a while or shave his beard when new waitresses showed up but that didn't hide his perverted ways or how much of an asshole he was.
"Christ, has everyone gone completely feral tonight?" snapped Jordyn, glaring at a particular table who was creating quite a ruckus and that was saying a lot considering the state the diner was already in.
Her forehead was shining under the yellow light with a layer of sweat and her cheeks colored red from the constant running around. She was tying up her blue hair as she analyzed all the new-comers to see if any customer needed anything.
Usually she was the one who took the orders and socialized with the customers while I stayed behind the counter because, as she doesn't fail to mention every time she gets the chance, I was severely antisocial and managed to always rile up someone in one way or another. I didn't uphold the mantra of 'the customer is always right', if said customer was being an ass they could go fuck themselves for all I cared.
But today Gemma couldn't work so we had to deal with all these people by ourselves and I had to leave the counter and swim in unknown waters.
We were both leaning against the counter, our breaths almost synchronized as exhaustion weakened our bodies. Uncapping a bottle of water and chugging half of it, she turned to me, "How's it going on your end?"
Recalling the lack of aggression towards everyone who got on my nerves until that point, I couldn't help but be proud of myself, "I mean I haven't slapped anyone yet, but I did envision it in my mind. Multiple times."
