Chapter two

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It has been two weeks since I last saw  that gentle man.
Business came back on track and Jeveine is back behind the counter while I'm the waitress.

Today jeveine had to go out of town half of the day so I had to clean up and lock up.

When it was time  to lock up. I saw the same guy again.But this time not sleeping.His head was down but I kept hearing sniffing like he was crying.

I touched his shoulder and he stiffen.He looked up and I felt him relax.

"Ummm are you ok sir"
"Yes he answered in a hourse voice maybe from alot of crying.

I may not  the type to push up on people but I'm the type not to like seeing people hurt.

I sat down in front of him while touching his hand and asking again
"What's wrong"

'It's  nothing paris"
"Wait how did you-"he cut me off
"Your name tag"
"Oh"
He was about to get up when I asked again
"What happened sir?"
"Please call me Fránz,I sound old with sir.And nothing is wrong with me.Okay now I'm going to leave. bye."

"Dammm sorry for asking"and held up my hands in surrender

He stormed off towards the door and slammed it shut

I heard a bike reved and spead off.
Being nice is a hell off  a thing.
I locked up and went home.

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Fráz POV


I didn't mean to be so shameful to her but I can't take it every time I tell someone my problems I may have nightmares about the thing I just told them ,so I just cry them out,drink it out , have a one night stand or go to the stripper club nearby.

Paris seem nice though I shouldn't have talked to her like that I feel really bad right now though but tomorrow I'll go down to the diner and apologize for now I going to sleep out my stress.
With that I drifted off in a deep sleep with Paris on my mind.

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