chapter 43~she cares?

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mention of rape and S.H

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"oh my god I know it's so annoying and it was always so busy but well now they will let us in I know the manager here-"

"excuse me can I help, you been standing there for a while and we have other customers in line as well" I say to woman who is standing and is talking to her friends

If I haven't mentioned I started to work again but not at miss Vivian's café she said it might be triggering for me, if you remember what happened last time I was there, so she send me to her sons restaurant.

I mean it's better for me this place pays more that miss Vivian café, no offence I love her

"oh hi are you new" woman asks

"am yes, who are you" am I supposed to know her

"oh I used to work here, my name is sage, you must have heard my name around here" she laughs

"anyway, we would like a table"

"okay how many are you"

"oh there are 9 of us" she smiles

"amm do you have reservation" I ask

"no"

"unfortunately I can't give you a table because for more than three persons you actually need a reservation" I say to her

"yea but I said I used to work here, and I never had to wait before so" she looks at me and I do the same

"okay well does James works today"

"he does"

"can you grab him for me, lets figure this out, he will help"

God I'm tired, I go to James and bring him to the girl whose name I forgot

"ohh hiiii James" she waves at him but James doesn't really looks existed to see her

They started to talk, I was waiting aside not wanting to be part of their conversation

But then I suddenly heart the girls voice "oh okay than I guess we will wait" her mood significantly changed

45 minutes later same girl came

"do you guys have table" she asks but she's no longer nice, and her bitchy voice is annoying as fuck

"yes" I walk them to table but they don't sit

"amm maybe one that isn't so close to the bathroom" I nod and walk them to another table

"this one is wobbly"

"we don't have other tables available"

"what about that one" she points her finger on a table

"it's not available"

"no one is sitting here so"

"it's been reserved"

"do you know who you're talking to, I don't believe what happened to this place without me, I always come here and they always give me a table" she says and I can say that month and a half that I have been working here it's my first time seeing her

After fifteen minutes of arguing they finally sat down and my shift was done, I'm not a waitress I take care of where people should sit and make sure they don't seat on reserved tables.

I change into my close, at work I wear restaurant uniforms, which are black pants and well to be short it's black suit, and thank god they made me choose if I wanted to wear dress or pants

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