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15.

Justin's P.O.V

8 months earlier....

"Would you like your food salty or sweet?" The waitresses voice rang into my ears as I was staring off into space, only to be caught off guard with the constant tapping of the blue pen on her notepad.

"I'm sorry..." I said, snapping out of my thoughts and looking up at the blonde waitress. Her dark brown eyes scorching into mine making me shift uncomfortably. "What did you say?" I said continuing my sentence.

"You asked me what was good on the menu, I told you do you like salty or sweet? There are many options on the menu and it all depends on what you're feeling," She said, an attitude present in her voice causing me to roll my eyes.

"I'll have a slice of lava cake, extra chocolate and black coffee. Extra sugar, please." I said turning my head away from her and looking out the window at the dark street. It was currently pouring down rain, just perfect for my mood...

"Can you say diabetes." The waitress said under her breath, causing my jaw to clench. My day was horrible enough, I didn't need some cheap blonde whore who works at a diner for a living to tell me about my health. I knew for a fact by just looking at her up and down that I was both healthier and wealthier than this bitch.

The overly tight blue 'uniform' she wore, with a white stained apron tied around her torso. She had one white nurse like shoes with little tears at the front and white socks going up to her ankles. I would say the only nice thing about her was her breasts, but I'm afraid the aura of HIV stunk on her. I wasn't going to compliment some cheap skank when she disrespected me.

"Instead of telling me all about my health like you're a fucking doctor why don't you do your job and get me the food I ordered." I snapped looking up at her. She narrowed her eyes at me as the words escaped my lips. I could tell she was about to backfire. She seemed like the type to want to get the last word. "You either go now or I'll call your manager over and get you fired just as quickly as you got hired," Probably from giving him a blow job. "Then we'll see who has health problems when you're living in the streets."

With a huff, the blonde whore waltzed away into the back shouting out my order with some not so friendly words after. I chuckled to myself quietly and continued on looking out at the rainy sky, wondering when in the world this woman would get here.

My day was already going horribly wrong and the moment I got to my hotel room, my cellphone just had to ring. I just wanted to take a nap from all the hard work and trouble I had gone through, but no. Nothing ever works out my way. She just had to call and make me get out of bed. Complaining how she knew I was in town, she just wanted to see me, she needed to talk to me. I wasn't going to bother showing up but then one word stung just as quickly as it came out of her mouth, and I was out the door.

I looked at the rain, huffing out a breath of air. I turned away, looking down at my gold Rolex wrist-watch seeing that it was now 15 minutes past the time she said she was going to be here. I rolled my eyes and tapped my fingers against the table, pursing my lips out and looking around the diner. I saw the blonde waitress with a coffee in her hands making her way over to my table. I rolled my eyes mentally preparing myself for what was to come. I was most likely going to get into another argument with her. I was ready.

Just as she approached and placed my coffee on the table, her mouth opened but she was suddenly caught off as another voice spoke saying my name. My head moved away from the waitress' and looked behind her. My eyes got wide as I saw that she looked completely different than the last time I saw her.

Her skin tone had gotten fairly darker making her blue eyes pop out. Her hair had gotten longer and was curled perfectly down her back. She had on a pair of 6 inch black heels, blue skinny jeans, and a black trench coat. She help a small purple umbrella in her hands, her manicured fingers clutching onto the handle. I was shocked. Not just at the fact that she had changed, but because what she was wearing...