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1979

"...and I found him with his maid." I muttered to Angelique. "And, for some reason, I feel shameful. Me! It wasn't even me who cheated!"

"What a complete-"

Angelique's reassurances to me were cut off by the sound of Antonia's tuts. We both knew what they meant; my break was over and I was back to work.

"I'll cover the bar." I spoke, nodding to her. Antonia smiled, sitting in my seat. "Angelique can inform you of Jamie's long love of polygamous relationships."

I had to admit that waitressing in Greece wasn't exactly what I had imagined for my first year as a University graduate but I found myself enjoying it. On my days off I could take the ferry and go to one of the islands, discover new places, top up my tan— or sunburn. It was a peaceful distraction from the big, wide world that lay in my future.

"What can I get you?" I asked, looking up to see a young man. He had dark hair and seemed just a little timid. His hands held bags and a guitar on his back but he didn't seem the usual tourist type. The dark haired man was neither a womaniser nor a middle aged man who tried to flirt with every waitress in sight.

"I— I just wanted to know when the next ferry leaves to-" His accent was the same as mine; uniquely English.

"Kalokairi?" I interrupted. He nodded and I looked to the clock, "In about three minutes..." I trailed off, unaware of his name.

"Harry." He spoke

"You'd better hurry if you want to get there, Harry. It's the last one today."

His face dropped and he tightened his grip on his bags, thanking me quickly and rushing off out the door. Considering the port was within sight from the restaurant, he could most likely make it.

"What did you do? Scare him with your singing?" Angelique called out, glancing over to the rushing man.

"Showed him a picture of you, love. Lord knows it would terrify any man." I teased, chuckling lightly. She shook her head, frowning. Angelique grabbed a bottle top from the table she was cleaning and hurled it in my direction. I dodged, thankfully, but her frown only increased. "Love you really." I smirked.

"You should!" She exclaimed. "After all, am I not the best friend you could have?"

"Perhaps." I chuckled. In truth, Angelique's cheeky nature reminded me of Donna, making me me miss her even more. She was, truly, one of my greater friends and had always been there for me. Thankfully I knew of her intrigue in Kalokairi and intended to visit her soon. Just— not

yet. I had a few adventures of my own to have first.

1980

Another day, another shift that dragged on and on from start to end. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy waitressing but that it was so repetitive and, frankly, boring. I needed something to make my life a little more adventurous, interesting. I could buy a

"What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" A Swedish voice cheekily teased, though with a little hint of attitude. I looked up from the till and made eye contact; his blue eyes taking me aback slightly.

I scoffed, glaring at the blonde. "Maybe I enjoy working here."

"Judging from your expression, I doubt that." He chuckled. "I'm Bill." His smile was flirty and his intentions extremely obvious, but it was the same with all the tourists -- they all enjoyed a little flirting and it could do little harm but I wouldn't encourage it. It would be like giving a mouse some cheese; they'd just keep coming back for more.