"You're late, Bumps," Oliver called from behind the counter, his famous bright smile on.
"Stop calling me Bumps, Pickle," I laughed and he glared at me for a second.
"Then quit calling me Pickle."
"Never," I challenged before taking my apron and tying it loosely around my back.
"Then don't expect me to either," he rolled his eyes and chatted with a pretty girl that came in the restaurant.
"Excuse me," a child tugged at my fabric. "I lost my dad."
I turned and he was already in tears. "Where was he last time?"
"Next to my mommy," he cried. "But I-I told him that my tummy hurts and he d-didn't look at me."
I kneeled so that my face is leveled with his. "Then what?"
"He said I was the reason my mommy was sleeping."
I took him in my arms in a hug. "How long has she been sleeping?"
"Long time," he hugged me tighter. "Long time I miss her."
"Wanna find daddy?" I asked and his eyes sparkled.
He nodded.
"Come show me where he was then," I smiled. "I'll be right back, Oliver!"
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