14|Midnight Hour

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•In the midnight hour, I can feel your power, just like a prayer, you know I'll take you there•

•In the midnight hour, I can feel your power, just like a prayer, you know I'll take you there•

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Evelyn's Pov

Ah, midnight. A wonderful time for all. Parties heat up, the diner is empty, and the streets are less crowded.

I wait on another table while Stacey helps clean up. Stacey works with me, she's really quiet, and she hates her job.

"What can I do for...you." I pause.

Delia and Margot sit at a table, across from them Aaron and Blake sit. Nope. The populars.

"Oh, Evie, I didn't realize you worked here. This is an amazing surprise." She fake smiles.

"What do you want?" I flash her a fake smile too.

"That's not a very good tone to use with a paying customer." Delia smirks.

"What can I do for you?" I ask as nice as I possibly can.

"I don't like that tone either. Try something a bit nicer."

I sigh and walk away.

"Stacey, please get table four."

She nods, seeing my frustration. She heads to Delia's table and takes their order.

"Thank you." I smile.

"No problem. I understand how girls can be." She nods.

I think that's the most I've ever heard her speak.

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