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    "Where'd lover boy go?" Angelique winked, teasing me. We were cleaning glasses in the back kitchen; it was nearing the end of the day and there were practically no customers left.

"Lover boy?" I questioned, pretending to not understand her meaning, though it wasn't entirely successful. I couldn't stop a little smile tugging my lips, either out of pride or genuine feeling.

"You know who I mean!" She exclaimed. Angelique slammed the glass down on the table to reinforce her point but just a little too hard - the glass smashed within seconds of meeting the metal. She looked to me, her mouth just a little open and her expression full of shock.

"Oops?" I jested, grabbing the towel from the table and throwing it at her. "You can clean that up. I have a date to go on and I don't intend to be late." Angelique smirked a little, squatting to pick up the broken shards.

"So it is a date?" Angelique persisted.

"Is there another name for a romantic engagement? If Bill's proposition could be considered romantic..."

"It is!" She squealed. "You're the Mona Lisa to his Leonardo Da Vinci." She spoke as she jumped back up and dropped the towel full of shards in the bin.

"He doesn't strike me as much of a painter, Angelique, and I think there are far more interesting things here than me to be his muse."

"His actions suggest otherwise." She hummed.

"Well, I'll find out tonight, won't I?" I winked, leaving the question as rhetorical as possible.

"I think you'll find out quite a bit tonight..." She trailed off, winking at me cheekily.

"I am not going to sleep with him, Angelique. I only met him a few hours ago!" I snapped, focusing on the glasses. "He might be handsome but I don't think I'm in the mood for a fling."

"That's what everyone says before it happens, Nancy. If you don't come home tonight I will be waiting for the sneaking up in the early hours." She teased. The clock chimed four, indicating the finish of my shift and the beginning of what, I assumed, would be an interesting night. "Enjoy it." Angelique called, taking my hand and squeezing it a little. "You deserve it."

"Don't jink it yet. Bill could be a serial killer for all I know." I chuckled. Angelique shook her head, smiling a little.

"He doesn't seem the type. Serial killers don't have good hair."

"Like you'd know."

I changed out of my uniform and wore my usual attire. It was nothing special, some shorts and a basic crop top, but I had little choice considering how sudden this had happened. I just had to hope Bill wasn't hoping for some fancy dress as recompense for his flirting efforts earlier in the day.

"Nancy!" Antonia hissed. I could see her standing behind me by the entrance as I looked into the mirror by the entrance. She was with Angelique and both of them were staring at me like hawks.

"What?" I asked, fiddling with my necklace.

"He's here!"

"Who?"

"Who do you think, dumbo?"

"Oh!" I exclaimed, turning around quickly. I could see Bill in the distance, walking towards the restaurant, though he hadn't noticed me yet. "Do I look ok?" I asked, skipping over to the two girls.

"I mean you could've tried a bit harder-"

"You look lovely." Angelique cut Antonia off, glaring at her with a look of pure spite. I nodded, and smiled, stifling a laugh at their interaction.