The Write Thing

Chapter 4

I'd took it to myself that I had to become independent now. It's not a choice, it's a must. I don't have anyone to depend on to now. I decided to left my hometown and pursue my dreams. But look how it turns out and what I'm doing now. I just get back serving people again. The only thing is that it would all takes upon on me. I'm not working for my parents anymore. I'm working for myself now, and that's a pain.

It's been two days since I started my first job in the city. It's no different from my work back home except that it's only me and Bea who had to deal with different people every single day. I was used of having the same customers we had back home. And here, it's a revolving door of strangers. But I don't mind. This diner is pretty popular, which is a good thing. The only major difference is that they offer deliveries around the area.

Now I understand why Bea always looked exhausted when it was just her and Charlie managing everything.

My work starts at eight in the morning but decided to leave my apartment earlier for today. Not just because I don't have my own means of transportation or because I want to save money instead of taking a cab—but because I want to familiarize myself with my surroundings. I don't want to get lost.

As I wandered the streets, I paused when a billboard caught my eye.

"Petals for Archers." I read the name aloud before studying the faces of four guys in the frame.

There was something oddly familiar about them. I don't know if it's just me or I feel like I've seen them somewhere else. I just can't remember when and where.

I stepped closer to get a better look when a loud honk startled me from behind, making me jump slightly.

I turned around just as a car window rolled down, revealing a guy with brown hair. He lean forward against his window, an annoyingly smug smirk plastered on his face.

"The road's pretty wide. You're free to lay on it if you like." Sarcasm evident on his voice, making my eyes squint into slits.

"Sorry?"

"Apology accepted." The smile he had on his lips stretched wider, and I take a little pause just so I can catch up this guy and his annoying presence.

"What the—" I was unable to say finish my words when he drives off without letting me say anything else, and I was left with my mouth swung open.

And just like that, my mood gets ruined. I was just starting my day and that guy really had a good job annoying me.

Is this what people in the city are like?

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"You don't look okay." Our manager, Charlie, noted as soon as I entered the diner. The place was empty, so he was doing some prep work behind the counter. "It's only your first week. Starting to regret of choosing to work here?"

I really don't get why was everyone so good at disguising sarcasm as casual conversation?