Pepper pov:
I was working overtime in Omega Maids, the maid cafe I work at. I never wanted to work here, I hate it. Serving gross alphas that come here because absolutely nobody in their right mind would bond with these perverts. So they of course come here, flirt with us, give us numbers that we won't call, have us write cutesy flirty things in the sauce on certain dishes, as if telling us to write "you're so strong!" and "carry me back to your place master!" will make us actually want to go home with them. I know alphas are known for being big and strong, but these guys are pathetic. Luckily, I'm not the favorite of most of the customers.
One of the tables just finished eating. most of them are usual customers, but there's two I don't recognize. one of them is very clearly drunk, the other making polite conversation with some others at the table. I try to remember who had that table. "shit" I think to myself "she left and the other two are on break. I guess I have to do it. Thanks a lot, Noel" I come and take their plates while thinking of what to angry text Noel later. Noel had been a good friend since middle school, and I stayed at her house for a few months after my parents kicked me out at sixteen. I feel a hand on my thigh that snapped me out of my train of thought.
It was the drunk guy. I look down at him, trying my best to keep a smile on. "sir," I started, I could feel my left ear twitch with irritation. "Here at Omegas Maids we have a strict hands to yourself policy, okay?" He moved his hand up further. "whaddo I c- *hic* care. I'm justtear for a good time" I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth to tell him I can get him banned, but before I can say anything a fist smashes across the drunk mans face. I looked up and the other new customer was glaring down at the drunk man. "he's clearly uncomfortable." He spoke in his Brazilian accent. "what the hell is wrong with you?"
sorry it's so short, I'll try to update soon
YOU ARE READING
Why Me?
RomancePepper looked at the taller man, whom he used to hate so much, but now (although he hated to admit it to himself) he had grown to love. Pepper listened to what he was saying, the words rolling off his lips like drops of honey. Each word, each sylla...
