Two girls brought together by the thing that changed them the most. Abuse.
Years, after the horrors that changed both Ziya and Denim's life they are closer than ever but have two completely different outlooks on love. For Ziya, using a man for his...
"Table 4 in the window" Ziya heard the table but didn't move to get the plates. She was stuck staring at the man that had just walked into the door, she was only hoping that he didn't sit in her section. It was the same man she had seen at the lounge the other night. In better light he looked different and not like anyone Ziya ever thought she would be attracted to.
Ziya worked full time at a Jay's Soul food which happened to also be a part of Fantasy a popular strip club. The combination of soul food and strippers sounded weird but the place was always packed.
"Table 4" she heard again knocking Ziya out of her trance.
She mugged Lionel the cook before grabbing the two plates of smothered chicken and walking over to the table sitting the plates down. "Looks good" the lady said with her fork already in the plate.
"Let me know if you need anything" Ziya smiled at them both and went to check on a few other tables when she realized that the fine man she had definitely sat in her section.
"Mariah" she whisper yelled as she rushed over to where Mariah one of the other waitresses was cleaning off a table.
"Can you please take one of my tables?" Ziya practically begged.
Mariah stopped wiping the table and stood upright "Why?"
"I just don't want to I feel nervous as hell" Mariah laughed and put down the dish rag.
"What table is it?"
"4" she discreetly nodded her head in his direction.
"Oh you mean the nigga that has been watching you since you walked over here" Ziya's eyes widened as she began to fix her hair and uniform for the day that consisted of a short black skort and halter bodysuit.
"Damn it man" she took a quick look around and her eyes landed on Janice who was standing near the register wrapping silverware in napkins. "Janice please help me" she walked over and Janice looked at her.
"Help you with what?" Ziya explained how she didn't want to serve the table and Janice didn't even dignify her with a response.
"You gone need me one day Janice" Ziya yelled to Janice who was already walking away. Taking a deep breath Ziya walked over to the table and looked at the man and woman who sat across from him. She was hoping the woman was his girlfriend because it would make their encounter a lot less tense for Ziya.
"Hi I'm Ziya" she said with a smile making both of them look up but she kept her attention on the girl.
"Hey, this is my first time here can you tell me what's good?" the girl asked.
"The fried conch is good, the grilled jerk chicken breasts, the fried chicken really everything is good just depending on your mood."
"I'll take the jerk chicken" the girl said closing her menu. "I'll take the same" Ziya nodded and wrote down their food orders along with their drinks.
"Okay I'll be back" she walked away from the table and dropped their menu's off before heading to the bathroom. She was pretty sure she needed to change her panties.
"She's pretty as hell" Rochelle said as she sat back and folded her arms across her chest. Mecca didn't answer because he knew Rochelle loved to play matchmaker. Their waitress was beautiful though. She had a sexiness and an innocence to her that he knew would probably drive him wild if he got a good enough dose of it. He had also noticed how she had avoided their table for a while which made him laugh.
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