Andrea Grey
Every time you get me. It's not like I don't want to be someone drowning in love. I just don't want to be lost once and forever. That too for a person who does not give a shit about me.
I have to stop thinking about that guy he was the worst thing that ever could have happened to me.
Maybe I don't have a prince who will come to me one day but I do think I deserve a decent human being.
And that man was trash and nothing more.
"Drea"
"Drea"
I deserve someone better.
"DREA!!!"
"Yes sir" I answered mechanically. My manager Arnold's voice woke me up as if from trans.
"Where the hell is your mind? Serve those asap. They have been waiting for so long" He snapped at me.
I scurried with the tray towards the direction at once. I was so lost these days. It has been over a year since I broke up with my ex.
"Sorry for the delay" I apologised. The four people sitting gave me a disgusting look eyeing me from top to bottom as if I was some kind of food. MEN. TYPICAL MEN.
I quickly turned and went back behind the counter.
This was a restaurant with a bar. Normally the people who can here were nice. But because of its situation which is on the verge of a good side and bad side of town a mix of good and evil was always assumed to come.
I ignore them. That's what Miranda suggested to me. Miranda was the owner. She was a middle-aged woman. Many hated her for being in business as they thought she was probably too out there in the world.
But I loved her. She was kind to me.
She was divorced twice. I remember what she said when I asked her about it.
"Both failed chances at pure love, hon." She said. I remember the sadness that flashed in her eyes for a second. Now she stopped searching for pure love. I don't think it exists and I do know that Miranda probably has tonnes of lovers now. Maybe her way of escape. I don't want to be nosy so I don't ask about it anymore. I just want her to be happy. She's a successful woman anyway.
I waited for my shift to be over. My mind was spiralling today. I was all over the place. I needed some sleep. Some food. Some peace.
Sadly I was on the late-night shift. Gladly there was no customer. If no one comes for another 47 minutes I'll be good to go. People rarely come so late when it was not the festive season.
I already started putting my things back in my bag, my water bottle, and a few receipts.
I stopped when I saw a small piece of paper peeking at me. It said 'MY WISHLIST ANA'. I smiled sweetly I took it out and saw through it quickly. It was almost the end of the month. My paycheck was on its way from my 4 different jobs. It's okay if I bought a few expensive things for him. He was my full heart.
I quickly packed everything and grabbed the keys to lock the place. Just 7 minutes to go. I reminded myself to do a last-minute check so I turned to go back when I heard a gunshot.
I immediately sat down on my knees. I moved quietly towards the exit of the store. Still crouched and silent. To get a better look I peeked out once. I saw a man holding the gun towards another man who was all bruised up. There were bad people in the vicinity but never once I had faced this kind of situation myself.
I closed my eyes. I heard 3 gunshots. All aimed at one man. That too the scull. I swear I didn't want to but a scream left my mouth. I couldn't control it. A man was killed. I fell back. I tried to make some sense of the situation. I couldn't. I looked through my clouded eyes. A figure clouded over me.
