falling apart. | kylian mbappe

2.

Everyone left, finally. As soon as I see the last person leaving I go to the tables to pick up the tips. When I get to Kylian's table I see a big amount of cash with a note.

"To the rudest waitress." - K

Oh no he did not. My face turned red. What the heck? Is he for real? This is so disrespectful. I was not begging for money. Do I look broke? I'm an independent woman who will not depend on any man's cash.

I kept collecting all of the money on every table and go straight to my co-worker.

"Hey, dumbass!" I call him and he turns around before he says anything I throw him the money Kylian left. "Here this is yours, great job today!" I sarcastically say.

"For real?" He asks surprised.

"Yes, big boy," I reply then check if I'm not leaving anything and quickly wave the guy, who is currently counting the money I just gave him.

I make my way down the stairs to leave the place. Once I'm outside I take my phone out of my pocket so I can call my sister.

"Fuck," I mumble as I find out my phone's battery is dead.

I have spent 15 minutes trying to stop a cab with no success, it has started to rain again so I'm all wet and angry. I decide to walk back home even tho I have no idea where I am.

I get moving through the dark streets of Paris mumbling the song Roman Holiday from Halsey. Not too many cars pass by and the rain is getting heavier, I take off my shoes and begin to run until I see a big sign and read Camp des Loges, there is a roof in the entrance upstairs, I quickly go up and hide there. I'm seriously going to catch a cold, I hug myself, I'm shaking.

I left the bar at 4 am. I would like to know how long I have been walking. my head, feet, and legs hurt. I'm thirsty as hell God I'm scared. I'm gonna sit and wait.

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I can see light through the clouds and the rain has stopped. More cars are circulating now, it must be 6 or 7 am. I decide to get up and go home. The floor and the streets are full of puddles and I'm barefoot. I walk up to a semaphore to cross and I see a familiar face inside a car. This can't be true.

There is Kylian singing a song and bumping the wheel. I quickly cover my face with my messy hair but it is too late.

"Hey!" I hear him scream and I curse. "Hey! Girl!" He screams again and I pretend that I haven't noticed him. He seems to believe me, the light turns green and he advances.

That's it, I'm lost. I'm walking in circles. My money is all wet, dammit. I sit on the stairs once again. I see tourists are taking pictures of the place and everyone is wearing a shirt from a football team.

A kid gets closer to me and I smile gently at him as I see him bending and leaving a few coins. Oh no, he didn't. "Hey, I'm not homeless!" I yell but he runs scared towards his parents. Do I look that bad? I hear a few laughs behind me but I decide to ignore them.

"Do you want a hat so you can put all the profits there?" Kylian laughs again.

"Not you again." I sigh.

"First you lie telling me that you don't know who I am, then you come to my training place. What's next? Telling me that you're pregnant with our child?" He laughs again.