The next day, I went to the pub again, wishing I would get the job. There weren't many customers when I stepped-in. Specifically, he the owner of the scary blue eyes was not there.
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An old man, dressed up in a waiter's clothing approached me. " Hello, Mr.Haze told me we're having a new waitress. That must be you", he smiled at me.
" Oh yes it's me..", HazeI thought, suits him and his ego. Since it was a week-day , there weren't much work to do.
I started washing and cleaning some dishes, trying not to think about my past, which was almost impossible.
" So," the old man said after a while, " Unbelievable Mr.Haze took you in. There aren't usually waitresses over here. Women here get a different sort of job".
I started at him.
" Why can't those women choose a job like mine ?", I asked him. " It's simple m'dear. We get paid less. They get paid more", he concluded, while washing some dirty mugs.
" Mr.Haze seems scary ", I accidentally blurted-out. The old man stopped his work, then looked at me with a sad look on his face.
" M'dear, Mr.Haze , and his clan, fought in the war. Came back alive, shining with power and pride. Victorious. You cannot blame Mr.Haze for his tough personality. He fought battles that we couldn't even imagine. He's a war hero afterall ", with that he turned around and went back to his work..
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The next morning I wokeup before sunrise.
I wonder what a war takes away from a man... Happiness, Sympathy, Guilt, Innocence, Love, Fragility...
The list was endless.
I couldn't help thinking about that strange man. Those eyes..that expressionless face.. the coldness in his eyes...
What happened to him..? During war..? What sort of horrors did he face ? ..
I sighed. I will never know.
I arrived at the Shackern on time to start my second day as a waitress. Saturday. Gonna be a busy day. I sighed.
The day passed by. The Shackern was crowded with many people. I was busy working when all of a sudden, a cold voice said, " Two beer bottles. Hurry up ".
I looked up, met his cold blue eyes, starring back at me, with an evil glint in them. " Hurry up Miss.Olsen. You're fucking slow ". I gulped. This man is so unreal . I took two beer bottles and handed them to him.
" How's the work going on, eh ? ", he asked, scanning the bottle labels. " Fine..", I muttered. He turned back and shouted to the crowd. " Guzeman !! Over here man !! ".
A guy with a drooping moustache, who must have been Guzeman came towards us. " Aye man, thanks for the treat ", he said in an oily voice. " That's nothing lad ", Haze replied. Mr.Haze...
That's when Guzeman noticed me, starring at them. " And who's this lady ?", he asked in a mocking tone.
" Ah.. this is Miss.Olsen, our new waitress ", Haze replied in a bored sort of voice.
" Mm..", Guzeman starred at me. " A waitress huh ? Nothing other than a waitress ? ", he asked, eyeing me carefully.
" No ", Mr.Haze said quite simply.
" What a shock.., ah very well then, wan' go out with me ? ", Guzeman asked in a flirtatious voice.
Mr.Haze hesitated for a moment, then suddenly said, " No. She's not that type Guzeman. She's here for the work. No more fucking flirting here. She's nothing more than a servant. "
My heart shattered. What.......
Without another word, Haze just walked away. Guzeman looked enraged. " Oh well..", he gritted his teeth, ".. at least it's not me who holds the record for sleeping with whores. No one can defeat that shithead in that field. Adrian fucking Haze", with that he turned and left, slamming the door shut.
