—-Sam's POV—-a few minutes later and she was done. the majority of my torso was covered in white bandages and skin tape. its definitely an overused phrase but my back felt like it was on fire.
"there we go sweetie, all done now!"
i smiled weakly at her, she was treating me like a child. Just like everyone else did.
"i can take care of myself nat. but thanks." i jumped down from the bar " we should probably get to work"
"not before you put this back on"
she threw me my shirt and i slipped it back over my head smiling at her like an idiot. After knowing this woman for so long, I had begun to trust her not to get Pervy around me.then was the boring ritual of cleaning glasses and collecting alcohol from the back.
around halfway through the task the door swung open again and one of my co-workers sauntered in. I don't have anything against her, but honestly, what a bitch.
"Hey Mrs.N sorry I'm late, I got stuck in traffic"
I rolled my eyes and gave her a quick and aggressive remark... or at least the best I could manage.
"What traffic are you on about? You don't have a car, i thought that's why you applied for this job Emma"
She just glared at me from under her dark brown hair.
She was about to say something when Nat pulled her aside. I guess that's another strike for her!
Emma was annoying sometimes but she wasn't exactly a bad person. Just someone I would rather avoid.
I continued with my job, picking up a wet rag and wiping down the counter top when the door opened again.
"Hey Nat, sorry I'm late. Had to drive my brother to the hospital." She sounded exhausted
Since Nat was busy giving Emma a talk, the girl walked from the door, past me and into the back room. We've worked together a while now, she was hired after me, but I never learnt her name. Or got told it for that matter.
She wasn't a talkative person apparently.
This was a usual scene to be completely honest. I would be behind the bar getting my work done, Emma would be arguing with Nat over being late an the other girl disappeared till opening time.
It was an odd place, often filled with violence and hate... but not while it was quiet. When it was quiet it was quite picturesque. I feel safe here and not many other places can boast the same achievement.
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