Temptation

Chapter 4 •

I think about that time every single day. The kiss. The holding of hands. Cuddling with him.

Him.

David.

I never stopped thinking about him. Even now, I'm thinking about him as I walk to the Diner.

I spot Jen, another waitress who happens to be a stripper at the same club I work in, at the corner of my eye.

She looks at me and gives me a,"Hey you know what day it is?" look.

I walk into the Diner.

"Happy Birthday you bitch," Jen mentions with sarcasm. She was a little bitch, too, you know.

"Thanks," I respond unhappily. I hope that not everyone was going to greet me. But, I was wrong.

"Morning Abby. Happy Birthday," the head chef, Tom, said with a polite smile as his head peeked out of the kitchen.

"Happy Birthday," one customer with a white beard said. What a creep. But I smiled and said,"Thank you," just to be polite.

Some other customers greeted me, "Happy Birthday." I felt tired of this crap. I just wanted to stay in bed and sleep. But I couldn't because I knew my "friends" in the strip club were going to throw a surprise party for me.

So from 9 a.m. to 12 p.m. I worked at the Diner. It was okay today I might say. I only spilled coffee on two people and forgot the orders of 3. I've never been so proud of myself.

Once I left the Diner, I had to stop and think my whole day through.

Okay. So it's 12:30. I have to be at Mrs. Johnson's, my apartment neighbor, house at 1:00 and pick up her dogs (By the way, I have another job where I take care of my neighbors dogs). Then I need to go get my strip costume at the dry cleaners and be at the club by 7:00. Damn it. I also have to get a ride to New Jersey to meet my parents (they're throwing me a party too).

It's going to be a long day for me.