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Chapter Five: Rich Snobs come out at night

Helen's POV

I woke up with the worst headache known to man. The drinks that I had last night were catching up to me and it didn't feel too pretty. I moaned as I got up from the bed, my head doing back flips. I shuffled through my drawers and found some pain pills. Pain killers have never looked more lovelier.

I mop to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. I know I shouldn't be taking these without eating anything, but I honestly don't care right now. I shoved 2 pills into my mouth and gulped it down with the water. I ran my hair through my slightly mangled hair and took a seat of the couch.

The last thing I wanted to do was go to work tonight. I would call off, but I know I can't afford to call off now, especially since I lost the extra set of hands who was once helping me out. Just thinking of him makes my headache worst. It's crazy how one night with crazy Avery and the make out session with a complete stranger still didn't help me forget how Eren did me.

I looked down and notice a note addressed to me sitting in the middle of the table. I grabbed it and opened it, carefully reading the context of it. "Dear Helen, I know by the time you're reading this, it will already be the afternoon and I will probably be off to work," I looked over to the clock and saw that she was right; it was 1:33 p.m.

I rolled my eyes at how well she knew me and continued reading the note. "Even if you don't tell me why you randomly wanted to leave the club last night, I just want you to know that I'm there for you. You can tell me anything, anytime. I'll see you later. Signed with love, Avery."

I smiled at her consideration and folded the note back up. I know I can always count on Avery. I ordered pizza and spent the rest of my day watching Netflix and attempting to re-hydrate myself. Before I knew it, it had hit 5:15 p.m and I knew I had to unfortunately get ready for work.

I reluctantly got dressed and by the time I was completely ready, it was already 5:45. I hurried out to my car, not wanting to hear my boss' mouth (a.k.a Avery) for being one minute late. I sped towards the restaurant and sighed with relief when I made it there with three minutes to spare.

I hurriedly clocked in and made my way to the back to change clothes. When I came out, Avery was standing at the front desk, her hair slicked into a neat bun and she wore a button down white top that complemented her breast. Her black pencil skirt hugged her hips perfectly and looking at her, you'd think she was a model instead of a owner of a restaurant.

"Looking sexy," I whispered and she flashed me a million dollar smile. "Well, I try," she joked causing me to giggle. "Tough crowd tonight?" I asked and she sighed, giving me the answer. "You know the term, rich snobs come out at night," she said, shaking her head. I hope she hasn't forgotten that she's pretty rich too. "I thought it was freaks?" I questioned, raising a brow. "Oh, they're freaks too," she smirked and I swatted her arm.

I walked up to one of my tables and made sure I had on the best fake smile I could manage. "Hello, my name is Helen and I'll be you're waiter. What can I get for you all tonight?" The rich, elderly couple looked at each other, and then the man looked towards me.

"We'll take three orders of the chef's recommendations and a bottle of your finest champagne. My son will be joining us tonight. Price doesn't matter," he said throwing a hand up dismissively. I nodded my head and walked back to place the man's order.

I brought the couple's champagne and they didn't even bother with a thank you. It was easy to tell that the man was demanding, but I guess it really didn't bother the woman that much.

When their food was ready, I pushed the cart towards their table. I noticed that someone else had joined them. I'm guessing that it was the son they had mentioned while placing their orders.

I wore the biggest smile as I placed their meals in front of them, never once cracking. When I placed the third meal in front of the new person, that's when an icy pair of gray eyes locked on to mines. Those gray eyes were all too familiar with the enchanting feeling they gave me.

I could feel all the blood drain from my face as my breath hitched in my throat. This can't be happening to me. I was thinking, hoping, praying that he wouldn't remember me, but it was futile. It was evident in the glint that ran through his eyes and the smirk that played at his lips that he knew exactly who I was. What have I gotten myself into?