A love that is so real that you can't explain the reason for it to being love. A love without reason is the type that has loyalty. What is love when your mate finds you, but you reject the connection that you both feel? What is love when you're hopi...
Lily Narrative My name is Neel Black. That name will forever be in my memory. I watched him walk off. I went back to get the men their drinks and their food. I came back inside of the isolated room. Deep breathes. Deep fucking breathes. I opened the door and went inside.
"Sorry gentlemen for the long wait. Caesar Salad no cucumber and no cheese. Veggie Burger no onions. And last but not least a slice of Veggie pizza with sweet tea." I gave the men their order and they proceeded with their conversation as if I wasn't there. I wasn't bothered by it. I immediately turned away and walked out of the room. I was taking care of my other guests and occasionally checked in on my private party. I just couldn't get Neel out of my mind the entire time I was working. I couldn't stop having this feeling that he might be for me. But then again I sound completely insane to feel this way towards a complete stranger. For all I know he could be crazy or a man whore. After taking care of my last customer I went back to the private room and gave them their checks. Without saying a word they put their money down on the table. "Don't worry about the change." Said one guy with the mysterious eyes. The other men followed pursuit and left. I cleaned up the isolated room and took the money to proceed with ringing up their meal. These lowlifes gave me the exact change and no tip. I was extremely frustrated. "Lily, may I have a word with you?" Asked Patricia. I nodded my head. I already knew she was going to confront me about some bullshit. Thank god my shift is about to be over. I walked inside of Patricia's office and took a seat across from her. "Lily your private party didn't like your service. To be honest, they said that your attitude was shitty and that you took forever to serve them." I took a deep breath. "That's bullshit and you know it. Even though I had other tables, I kept checking on them and making sure they had everything that they needed."
"I understand that, Lily. But this is the fourth complaint you've received in nearly two months of working here." I sat there fuming and overly frustrated because most of those complaints were from people that thought they were better than me and I wouldn't kiss their ass like everyone else. "At this point, I'm just going to put you on probation." She said. "You know what Patricia, I QUIT!"
I got up and grabbed all of my belongings. I took all of my tips I made this evening and changed back into my clothes I had on at school. I decided to catch an Uber to get home.
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I was heated as fuck the moment I got home because of the way Patricia made me feel as if I'm just in the wrong for something I didn't do. I was being respectful, attentive, kind, and fucking courteous to a bunch of lowlife, snobbish, rich white men that just want to fake complain about my so called bad service when I indeed gave them the best service like the rest of my customers. I'm just fucking livid and right now I just want to go to sleep before I start my late night shift later on.
