Ronald's diner

chapter 4

IV.

Bonnie was feeling rather pleased with herself as she placed the last of the paperwork that had constituted the mess on Ronald's desk in its proper pile. After a few hours of work, she had finished the task of sorting the paperwork in to like piles, and now she could begin the work of trying to straighten out his books. But if the state of his desk was any indication of his record keeping skills, she very well might find herself working for Ronald past the end of the week. Not that that would be the worst thing in the world, she thought. Ronald was a nice guy after all and had gone out of his way to help her out, even if she didn't feel as though she fully deserved it. Plus, as long as he kept cooking those delicious meals that he had always been known for, then Bonnie really couldn't see a downside to things. True, Ronald still wasn't a snappy dresser and probably never would be, but at least that meant that he would never outshine Bonnie.

"Gah! Where did that thought come from?" Bonnie muttered to herself as she banished the thought of the two of them together. "I must be working too hard."

Leaning back in her chair as she rubbed her eyes, Bonnie did sort of wonder how and why life had turned out the way it had. When she was in high school, she never would have figured that she would be living on the streets, abandoned and alone. Nor did she think that she would be working for the person that at the time she considered the biggest loser on the planet. The news that Kim had dumped said former loser was quite surprise, but not completely. Bonnie had always thought her biggest rival could do better than Ronald. After all, she was quite attractive and smart. But then again, Kim was, even though she would never admit it, also a bit shallow and insecure when it came to things like relationships, plus Kim was known for her temper and being hard-headed.

Bonnie's musings and trip down memory lane were soon cut short by someone calling out her name.

"Bonnie," Ronald called, "I need your help, please. Can you run the register for a bit while I get caught up on things in the kitchen."

"Sure thing." Bonnie answered. Her abdomen was still a bit sore from her fall earlier in the morning, and maybe running the cash register for a while would help to take her mind off of it. Walking up to the front of the diner, Bonnie placed herself behind the cash register and gently gave the cash drawer a test tug to see if it would open. To her surprise, the cash drawer slid open easily, revealing its contents inside. However, before Bonnie could ponder this event any further, her attention was pulled back to the here and present by an approaching customer

"Excuse me, but the person who was here before you didn't give me the correct change." A young looking teenage girl with strawberry blonde hair said, "I guess he thought I had only given him a twenty when I really gave him a fifty."

Bonnie looked at the girl skeptically. While Bonnie had never hurt for money through most of high school, she could still count on one hand the number of times that she had actually carried a fifty dollar bill with her. "I'll have to check with Ronald since he was the one you spoke to."

"Are you saying you don't believe me?" The girl accused.

"Yes." Was Bonnie's simple reply.

"I can't believe this. Do you know who I am?"

"No. Do you know who I am?"

"Yeah, you're a nobody."

"I'm the nobody who's going to see if you get the change you claim that you're owed."

"Oh wait, I was wrong, you're not a nobody, I know who you are now. You're a loser. Somebody lets you run a cash register, and suddenly, you think you're all high and powerful. Well, you're not. You're just a loser wearing last year's clothes. You wouldn't know style if it hit you in the face."