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Nephew

"(Y/n)? Is that you?"

Shit, I forgot he said he was going to be here.

Now, I wouldn't exactly say I was "nervous" when I heard Armin ask if I was waitressing. Not even remotely close to being nervous..

I was terrified.

How would you feel, being this secret stripper to earn extra cash while meeting this really nice and nice looking guy at your normal job and then have him see you like this? I'M ALMOST COMPLETELY NAKED.

Can't believe he might have saw me last month- and now I'm his damn his waitress.

It felt like the club went silent, not literally but- you get the picture. This God awful picture I got myself into.

I felt a sweat bead starting to form on my forehead, threatening to ruin my night even more by making my makeup all smeared. I couldn't let that happen, but in all honesty, how could this night get even worse?

"Why," I croaked as I kneeled down for the silver tray, my knees barely even able to hold my weight as they shook from the nerves.

"Y-yes, it is."
I slowly stood back up while whipping my hair back in the process. I took a deep breath and let it out.

"H-how are things? You having a nice nigh-"
Before I could even finish my question, I was interrupted.

"(Y/n)." A strong and stern voice spat.

The oh so familiar voice made me jump. I pressed my tray against my breast and looked to the right of Armin.

He was sitting in our top V.I.P booth (now that I have noticed) and my blood ran cold.

Oh jeez.

It was my boss, Kenny.

I untensed from holding my tray too hard, and held it in front of me. My notebook and pen fell on the tray as I sheepishly grinned.

Is it hot in here? I feel like it's hot in here.

"Uh, yes? Yes sir?" I stood straighter, that bead of sweat now having a friend roll down beside it.

Kenny didn't seem mad, but judging on how the aura around us felt- I knew he was. He didn't show it, was the problem though. He always does that, like this one time..

It was during the summer, I remember because holy moly, was it hot! Living in New York has its perks here and there, from all of the different little stores to its ginormous enterprises. But when it comes down to weather is a different story.

I can take cold weather, that's for sure. My birthplace is Alaska, now THAT is cold to me. Little -15 degree weather doesn't give me nothing but sweat- not to brag. Sure it's still cold, but not necessarily "extremely cold" like people say it is. Now when it comes to summer time- oh lord.

Naturally, with hot weather, it's hot- obviously, but living in New York when it's hot is nuts! All of the close nit buildings, all the cars, people and cement EVERYWHERE makes it feel ten times hotter than it's supposed too- to me that is.

I'm not really used to heat, as I explained I lived in Alaska before here.

So me plus heat? Nope!

It was my first time running late to work, not to mention my first week being at work, which didn't help my situation one bit at that time. When I came inside, my just fixed pinned up hair looked like it was half-assed and just thrown up into a mess. My clothing didn't matter much, since all new employees have to get dressed in their outfits at work.