Motel 7 ➳ h.s.

F I F T E E N

Good morning / afternoon / evening fellow readers!

I'm so sorry for the long wait for the chapter, but with time comes precious writing, and I don't have much of that time nowadays :(

I really hope that you enjoy what is to come in the story, it's going to be wonderful, I hope!

Don't forget to comment and vote, they motivate me to write more, and even more so,your feedback commentary motivates me to write the way that you want to see me write!

Much love, and enjoy!

Until I decide exactly how I prefer writing, which will be a faster decision to make with the help of your comments, I am moving between point of view writing and third person styles.

Ps. The chapters might start becoming slightly longer, I hope that's alright!

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"Alright, did you get that?"

"Y-yes, Monsieur."

"Right then, repeat it."

"First I smile, ask what I can get for them, then I grab the correct glass from the correct shelf, place the correct concoction into the glass, place the glass on the counter in front of the customer, and say 'that'll be however many euros.'"

"Eh, well what do you know, you're a fast learner, you little thing," Monsieur Fredèric surprisingly responded, to the rules of the job that Lola had repeated for him, that he had just explained to her with caution and detail.

"T-thank you, Monsieur. Once again, I appreciate this so much," Lola mumbled out, her mouth unable to keep up with her rushing thoughts.

Lola's mind was flooded. She had thoughts of the news orders and rules for her new job flying around, she had thoughts of her mother swishing about, she had thoughts of her little brother being all alone, without her care and protection buzzing inside of her mind and she even had some worrisome thoughts about the mysterious man with the forest green eyes and the crater deep dimples, all the while, she slaved away, cleaning the counter tops of the bar she currently stood behind, with a dirty cloth and a cylindrical bottle of blue disinfectant.

"Please my dear, you must stop thanking me, you are proving to be a fast learner and by the end of the night, we will see if you live up to my beliefs that you are a hard worker, as well," Lola's boss answered, a smile covering his face, causing his graying stubble to crinkle at the sides of his mouth.

"Thank you Monsieur, I will not disappoint you," Lola promised, before he turned on his heel to make his way back to his office, as Lola continued to dust down and disinfect the wooden counter tops from their alcohol and vomit stains.

As Lola continued to clean, awaiting her first customer of the evening, she was taken by surprise to find an old man was taking a seat at the bar, in front of her, the now varnished and polished wooden counter separating the two.

Lola's thoughts drifted off again, in a new direction this time, as she wondered what on earth a man of this old age was doing at a bar this rugged and run down, on the outskirts of town, at only a quarter past six in the evening.

"Good evening, Monsieur," Lola greeted, looking towards the old man with a timid smile. "What can I get for you?"

The man allowed a simple sigh to fall from his lips, before he mumbled something silently to himself. He waited a couple of seconds, seemingly deep in thought, before opening his mouth to say, "Bourbon."

"Coming right up, Monsieur," Lola responded shyly, and hastily moved towards the back of the bar to grab the old, half filled bottle of whiskey off the second top shelf behind her.