Her Lady

Twenty seven

Y/N's pov

The tv on the wall displayed some random local sports event or the news as I touched up the bars drinking glasses. I preferred to watch the news channel or literally any other channel before it gets too busy. Since when it gets busy, usually more men are at the bar, and most of the time they want to watch sports.

(Of course, not all men like sports and not all of them drink. Also not all women don't like sports and not all them don't drink).

It just gets really old watching the same thing all day, every day, but of course they get to watch what they want and I can't stop it, so I kind of got use to it by now.

I was watching the news when I heard a loud crash and a harsh sounding "shit" come from the kitchen which was near the bar. I put the glass I was wiping off on the shelf and went to go see what the loud crash was. I went to push the door open but the door didn't move so much and I was immediately met with my face hitting the door. I grunted in slight pain and surprise then stepped back so it wouldn't happen again. I rubbed my nose and forehead to ease the discomfort, but as I was doing that Layla (my coworker from ch. 19) come out and was also rubbing her forehead.

"Did you run into the door too?" I asked then let out a chuckle as Layla playfully pouted and nodded. "Are you okay?"

She smiled "Yeah I'm fine, are you?"

"Yeah," I lightly laughed and put my hand down "But what was that crash that I heard?" I squinted my eyes at her.

She made a face and laughed nervously "Yeah, about that, I kind of broke a stack of plates."

My eyes widened "How many plates were in this stack are we talking about?"

"Uh, I don't know but it wasn't in the single digits."

I sighed and walked toward her, as I did she stepped aside and watched as I opened the door. My eyes fell on the floor and I saw that it was covered in the remains of the plates that Layla just dropped.

I turned back around and looked at her. "What were you doing?"

"I was trying to carry them to the other side of the kitchen were they usually go, but I guess I was carrying too many at a time."

"Yeah why were you carrying so many?"

"I'm sorry, I thought I could carry them all- which I easily could have- it's just that the bottom plate was still a little wet and my hands were just a tiny bit soapy still from me just washing them. And um I guess they were too heavy for me to handle with slippery hands and-"

"Okay, okay, chill out Layla, it's fine." I rested my hand on her shoulder and motioned for her to take a deep breath, which she does along with me. "It was a mistake, we all make mistakes, as long as you aren't hurt- you aren't hurt right?" I asked interrupting myself.

She shook her head as she looked over herself "No, I don't think so."

"Okay good, but you should know to not do that by now and you are going to be even more careful next time right?" She nodded in agreement "And there won't be a next time because you have already broken like, I don't know, maybe five stacks of plates now? That's a lot of plates that we have to replace and they aren't exactly cheap, am I right?" Her shoulders sagged down and she nodded with shame.