Harry doesn't do anything. He doesn't smile or wave or acknowledge me, and I feel some what disappointed. My mother and Jax are still looking at Harry and whoever he's sitting with so I take this opportunity to kick James under the table.
"Ow! What'd you do that for?" James groans.
I signal James to come closer.
"That's Harry," I whisper.
James looks back to Harry and then back to me.
"I know. What's he doing here" he whispers.
"Having lunch obviously."
"Who's he with?" James asks.
"I don't know, their back is turned to us, James."
"It looks like a girl...with really great hair."
"I know," I sigh.
"It doesn't matter if it is, baby cakes."
"See Nastasia, you're lucky that you've got Jax," my mother smiles.
"Very lucky," I smile back.
James pretends to gag as I lean into Jax. I kick him under the table, smiling at him innocently.
"You're a bitch," James mouths.
"Where is this waitress with our food," my mother huffs.
"Relax mother."
"Nastasia," she warns.
Jax puts his arm around me and kisses the top of my head.
"Wear that orange dress I got you for your birthday, tonight," He whispers.
"Do you know what place we're going?"
"Your mum asked James where's there a nice restaurant to go, so we'll go to wherever he said."
"Alright."
"Finally! It took you long enough." my mother yells at the poor waitress.
The waitress is all flustered as she puts our food down on the table.
"Sorry ma'am," she apologises.
"Terrible service," my mother scoffs.
The waitress looks like she's about to cry when she walks off.
"Excuse me," I say as I stand up from the table.
I go inside the restaurant and look for the poor waitress my mother yelled at.
I see the waitress sitting on one of the bar stools, sobbing to someone behind the bar.
"Oh, um...hi," I mumble to the waitress. "I'm sorry that my mother yelled at you, I'm sure she didn't mean to make you cry." I walk closer to her and slowly put my hand on her back.
"N-no it's fine, I'm just emotional that's all," she weakly smiles.
"I'm still sorry she shouldn't of yelled at you," I speak lowly.
The waitress just bursts into tears again.
The guy behind the bar comes around and wraps his arms around her, and rocks her.
"She's pregnant," he whispers.
"Oh," I say. "Well, again I'm sorry."
As I walk back to the table I can hear yelling, and it's coming from Jax and James.
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أدب الهواةNastasia White is a young girl living in college, dealing with a difficult mother and getting married at the age of eighteen. What happens when she meets Harry, an insanely handsome, charming twenty-two year old man.
