Chapter 10: Hugs

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❀Azalea❀

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❀Azalea❀

I'm seriously considering becoming a stripper. Very seriously.

But without actually stripping, I would get one of those shirts that has a really fit body printed on it. It's a win-win-win. Win 1) I get paid as much as a regular stripper. Win 2) I don't actually have to show off my body (thank goodness because it's nothing to really see and I probably wouldn't get much money). Win 3) I can literally dance all day.

On the downside, I have little to no arm strength so I may have to stay off the poles.

What am I even saying?

Twelve in the afternoon, I'm walking through town square. Usually, if Grey comes to see me, it's around eleven or so but today he didn't show up.

So, I figured I can go to his restaurant or whatever, maybe see him, and I could get some food if I wanted with the money Aaron gave me.

Two hundred whole dollars. I told him that I didn't want to take his money but he insisted and I can't turn down money like that so I took it.

He's like my sugar daddy. Nevermind.

After getting myself a caramel iced coffee, I turn down Red Street. I open the door to Grey's bar and instead of seeing my favorite waiter, I see another one.

He's leaned against a small counter where the menus are stacked and the cash register sits in front of him. He looks quite unhappy.

"Can I help you?" he mumbles like he doesn't really want to help me. I'm sure that's not very good for Grey's business.

"Can I have a table for one? Or like a table for two I guess since I don't think there's such thing as a table for one," I ramble a tad bit before realizing that the guy that walked in on Grey on I kissing.

Isn't that just fun?

He grabs a menu and hands it to me. My eyebrows furrow a bit and with the wave of his hand, he tells me to go sit wherever. I giggle a little bit at how much he obviously hates what he's doing.

I find a table for two and sit on one side of it opening up my menu.

Oh my gosh, they have waffles.

I shimmy in my seat excitedly and crack my thumbs when I make a fist.

It takes a while for the waiter guy to get to my table. A good thirty minutes actually. Good thing I'm not that hungry or he'd have to be hustling more than that.

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