--- Nique ---
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Knock and it shall be opened unto you
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Why do I feel like this week has been stressful than usual?
"- - - I went it over with Tom and he did say he'd okay it if you - -"
"Nique?" Kevin called catching my attention.
"Ah, I'm sorry. Could we take this up some other time?" I excused.
"Ah, of course. You must be tired," he said and made a move to leave.
"Then, I'll see you again tomorrow then," he said and left.
Sighing, I instantly laid my forehead down on the table. Seems like I do feel tired, and a little hot since the table felt cool on my forehead.
Before I could close my eyes for a light nap, I felt my head being raised a little and a piece of cloth being placed beneath it as a pillow.
"Tired?" he asked.
"Oh, it's you again," I wanted to retort but I felt too tired to even do so making it sound too weak. He chuckled.
"Shouldn't you be waiting tables? You're not getting paid just to sit there," I managed to say as I comfortably fixed my position on the pillow he made with my arms.
"The manager's not here," he answered wittingly.
"Figures," I scoffed and tried to fall asleep. I did want say something, but I felt too tired to even try scolding him. But seconds later, images of what happened that night in his car came flashing in my head.
I sighed.
Why can't I forget about it like I usually do? why do I only remember when you're there? I'm fine whenever you're not around.
"Stop bothering me even in my sleep. I'm tired."
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--- Alexander ---
Nique obviously looked tired.
"If you don't want me to put you into cleaning duty, stop slacking off," I heard the manager threaten as he walked past me. He stopped threatening me with dishwashing duties ever since he found out I've broken half of dishes in the kitchen – or the fact that the chef kept making me rewash every pot before he could use it.
Jeez, it's early in the morning and he's nagging already.
When a couple of customers came in, Chris also came in for his shift. Over the past week, I noticed that every morning, once Chris comes in, hawk-eye leaves to restock after doing an inventory in the morning – since it is also not rush hour this early in the morning. Which means that's the only time I can finally go over Nique's table.
After a couple of seconds, the manager indeed left, and as luck is on my side, so did the person Nique was talking to – which was unusual.
When I saw Nique resting her head on the table, I immediately got my spare jacket in my locker and went to her.
"Tired?" I said after laying her head on the jacket I made as a pillow.
"Oh, it's you again," she retorted but sounded too weak. She didn't even bother to look up at me. I chuckled.
"Shouldn't you be waiting tables? You're not getting paid just to sit there," she continued as she fixed herself on the pillow.
"The manager's not here," I merely answered.
"Figures," she mumbled and closed her eyes.
I was thinking of just sitting there with her until she fully went to sleep when I felt her sighing.
"Nique?" I called softly but she didn't answer. When I saw her mumbling something, I tried drawing my head closer to her lips.
"Stop bothering me even in my sleep. I'm tired." She muttered in her sleep as she gently touched her lips. Moments later, I heard her breathing deeply as she finally went into a deep sleep.
I didn't know why but I can't help myself from smiling. Maybe because now I know I was actually her first.
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The Steps To Your Heart
Storie d'amoreOverview I chuckled and held her chin up as I waited for her to open her eyes. When she did, I made a move to lick her upper lips again. As I expected she'd do, she immediately closed her eyes shut - making me chuckle at her. "You're teasing me, are...
