Forbidden Love [bwwm interracial]

Chapter 31- Coco's Diner

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1 Year Later

"Table 3!" The chef shouted and rang the bell.

I made my way over to the counter and grabbed the tray. Balancing it in the palm of my hand, I maneuvered my way through the crowd and over to the table.

"So, we have an order of french fries and mozzarella sticks," I spoke with a smile, placing the food down on the table. "Can I get anything else for you?"

After the party shook their head in reply, I moved away from the table and sat down behind the counter. I'd been working at this diner for about nine months, and it wasn't an office job that paid much, but it was something. Wasn't like I could actually get an office job in this town again anyway. After Stiller Incorporated practically fired me, no business anywhere around South Florida would hire me, considering I got the pink slip from such a big, well-known company.

Despite that, everything else was pretty good. I had now taken up residence in Mia's guest room, and she and I got along well. Other than the one night stands she brought home every once and a while, she and I had no problems. She had become practically my best friend and I hers.

Out of everything that's happened in the past year, I would say the best thing was me successfully avoiding Mr. Asshole. Yeah, I brought the name back to life. I hadn't heard from him, seen him, and I didn't want to.

I'd realized that what happened wasn't fully my fault. Yeah, I didn't tell him about my past, but it's not like I lied as he claims. How could I have possibly lied if he never asked? I mean, I would've ended up telling him at some point, but somehow he beat me to it. It would've had to come out sooner or later anyway. I'm actually happy it wasn't me that told him - I got to see his legitimate reaction to the news.

Truthfully, I only had one regret about that whole thing. It may seem crazy, but I regret not burning his mansion to the ground when he was yelling at me that day as if I was some five-year-old girl. I'm no arsonist, but I feel like I should've taken extreme action when he felt all high and mighty as he turned to Thor and smashed that TV before me. What better way to show him not to fuck with me then burn his shit to the ground?

"Liv, somebody just sat down in your section."

I turned around and saw the head waitress balancing a tray in her hand. She nodded her head in the direction of the party before walking off towards the kitchen.

Why does that sound so familiar?

Shrugging it off, I readjusted the apron around my waist and made my way to the table. From my angle, I could see there were three men sitting down, menus held up to their faces.

Why does this look so familiar?

"Good afternoon and welcome to Coco's Diner. My name is Liv and I will be serving you this evening," I said with a smile as I reached the table, "What would you guys like to drink?"

I reached down into my apron pocket and pulled out my order book and pen. When I looked back up, my eyes were met by a familiar smirk, making me roll me eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that Zack?" I questioned with hands on my hips. Zack worked at his parents dry cleaners next door but was always here, aggravating the waitresses.

"Ouch," He said, feigning hurt, "Is somebody not happy to see me?"

I let out a deep breath. "Just tell me what you guys want to eat and drink."