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"Grace we gotta get up." Carmen told the sleepy woman, she was facing the other direction from where Carmy was "Five more minutes please." She grabbed the blanket away from Carmen and snuggled in it more. "you already had five minutes!" He reminded her, he let her sleep for five minutes earlier but she still didn't wake up. 

Grace didn't move so Carmen grabbed the soft blanket away from her, she groaned and turned over to the direction Carmen was. He was still laying in bed, shirtless. "You're not even up!" She frowned at him "yeah, i'm waiting for you"  He rolled his bright blue eyes.

"well I'm awake now" she crossed her arms over her chest "good" Carmen got up and stretched, the only thing he had on was underwear which distracted Grace badly. "Quit staring" He said in a joke manner "okay" Grace got up from the bed and looked down at she was wearing, it was a grey shirt that belonged to Carmen and it was so long it stopped at her knees.

"Shit we're gonna be late" Carmen said when he looked at the clock, there was about 50 minutes left until the shop opened. Grace rolled her brown eyes and grabbed her jeans that were on the floor, after that she went in the bathroom and took a quick shower. 

When she was finished with her shower, she put on a plain white T-shirt and black leggings, she brushed her brown locks and put it in a bun, she grabbed her blue apron and tied it, ready to go to The Beef. "I'm ready" She told Carmen, he was already dressed when she came out of the bathroom.

"Okay let's fuckin' go" Carmen grabbed the car keys and opened the apartment door, Grace following after him and she shut it behind her. The car ride was silent, the faint sound of the radio played and both of their hearts beating, not because they were in a rush, but because they remembered what happened last night.  Them kissing like they did months ago, him kissing her neck, then her bare chest, and stopping briefly at her thighs. 

Her thoughts stopped when Carmen parked the car and the radio turned off. "we made it in time!" Grace said when she turned on her phone, the numbers were bold enough for her to see. "Fuck yeah, Richie's going to be all over my ass now."  Grace put her red- colored phone back into pocket "Richie can shove it. Hes so loud for no reason." Grace said in a joking way. She didn't exactly hate Richie but sometimes he can be a huge pain in the ass.

"Well, hes been through some shit" Carmen defended him and then let out a chuckle "But hes a fucking asshole" Grace smiled at him, she liked his laugh and his smile, it was one of her favorite features of him. Things were quiet again, Carmen was rubbing his hands together and Grace was tapping her fingers on the door. "We should go" Carmen spoke up "yeah okay"

The car unlocked and they both walked inside "Holy shit, you two came in together!" Richie exclaimed and held up the spatula  in the air "Fuck off Richie" Carmen told him after he walked past him "isn't that ironic?!" Grace held up her middle finger to Richie and got a pan to cook her food.

"don't forget you're supposed to do vegetables" Sydney said behind her "Can't I do meat this one time? I'm really tired of cutting carrots" Sydney told her no. Grace rolled her eyes and went to get freshly new carrots and onions, she saw the green tape on the bucket that the carrots were in, it was half peeling off and looked gross.  "Manny what the fuck is this?" She asked the tall man beside her. He looked at it "the fuck?" He looked at the right, there was another one with messy green tape. He took it and started to yell at the others.

"Yo, listen up! Take this green tape off before it gets to us. It takes five seconds. Cause once its soapy and our fingers are pruned, we can't fuck with this shit, cool?" He finished "yes chef!" Everyone yelled, understanding. "Thank you." Grace thanked Manny "yup" She grabbed the thing the carrots were in and pulled the tape off, she didn't have time to put a new one on so she just took it to her counter.

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