I woke up, had a shower ,threw on my work uniform and set out.
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It was almost always the same customers, with the same orders every morning.
I was called from working tables to work the till because the cashier called in sick.
It was about 11:00 when the diner was quite empty.
"Morning sweetheart, got any ice?" I knew that voice, I could recognise that voice from miles away. I looked up to see Zayn with a busted lip.
Even though it didn't show on his face, I could feel the pain.
"Oh my! What happened?" His face changed along with his mood, he was replaying the event in his head.
"None of your fucking business, have you got the ice or not?" He was annoyed at my asking or at what had happened. I went round the back to get the ice, I wrapped it in a tea towel and handed it to him.
He went to sit at a table and held it the ice to his lip. Wow. Not even a thank you.
After a while, he came back and put the tea towel on the counter.
"You coming to my house party tonight?" He asked.
"No."
"Why not?" His tone was shocked, like he didn't expect me to say no.
I had to think. I couldn't just tell him,'I don't like your attitude', because I'm not his mother.
"I'm busy." I lied. He laughed at my pathetic excuse.
"Well, the offer still stands. See you later hopefully." He smirked at me then walked out of the diner.
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I did half a shift at the diner, then left because it wasn't busy so they didn't need me.
I walked out and saw a familiar car parked in the car park. I fought my urges to look in the window and kept on walking.
I put my music on and plugged in my headphones. It made up for the loneliness. I was so consumed by the music, I was oblivious to my surroundings.
Before I knew it, I was ripped out of my trance wrapped in a pair of arms, on the sidewalk.
