In the city of freedom, where its citizens constantly celebrate their free will, corruption seeps through the cracks and shadows.
Within the darkness, however, a small flame flickers offering hope for another chance and guarded by the delicate...
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(𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 )
Day 19/² Time : 5:²⁶pm
Thoma's face broke into panic as Childe looked him up and down. "Little Miss, you have quite a taste in men ," he smiled innocently before lifting up his fancy camera and snapping a pic of Thoma's embarrassed state. " This will look lovely on the restaurant's ad~ "
The blonde ran at him in a panic, trying to snatch the little device from his hands, but the other guy was taller by a few centimeters and obviously had the advantage. " Woah there ~ I wouldn't want to ruin that outfit if I were you it costed a hundred thousand mora to make."
But the Thoma remained persistent, trying to reach out for the camera in vain, while the cocky bastard simply looked down on him with a teasing grin. " Higher little bunny ~ This picture will be pinned to the restaurant's billboard if you don't reach up more~" The ginger was obviously enjoying taunting the shorter man , before glancing at me and passing me the camera smoothly. " Catch Little Miss ~"
I subconsciously caught it, even though I should have probably let it get shattered to pieces on the floor instead of playing into Childe's game. Thoma stumbled awkwardly as he turned to me, only to have a toned arm wrap around his waist, stabilizing his balance. . . Before dangerously pulling him back. " Wow Wow Wow tiger, " Janet smacked Childe's head with her purse without hesitation, making him get the hint and let go of Thoma, who looked like he was close to crying any minute. " None of that shit without concent you bitch!"
Oddly enough Childe seemed to listen, shocked, but listening. " M-Miss, " Thoma pulled me away , running out of the dining room and dragging me to the kitchen, before wiping away tears that were threatening to fall. " M-Miss please . . .that photo . . . Please delete it."
His eyes were glossy, threatening to cry almost. He was holding them back and putting on a brave face. Like a little wet puppy left in the rain. Even if I was hella shorter than him and could barely reach his tits, that cute sulky and pitiful expression was quite the sight. I looked back to the picture and smiled. "You shouldn't feel embarrassed, you looked good in it, " he flushed red even more and pressed himself against the counter. " Plus you're going have to wear it in public, from Janet's reaction I'm guessing she is behind this. She's kinda your boss too. "
He was still refusing to look at me and fumbled awkwardly with his collar. "Actually . . ." he stiffened, head held down in shame as if he were guilty." I'm worked a lot of waiter jobs . . . at clubs. It has just been a while . . . I quit after a small issue. I don't want the clients from that place finding out I work here. "
With a sigh he looked away. " I just thought mentioning this in my resume would have been disturbing, please forgive me my lady," he reached out to hold on to the edge of my shirt as I stepped away to think this situation through but retrieved his hand instantly. " Please, I need this job."