Dragging his finger across my cheek, I flinched moving my head to the other side only to have him grab my chin, forcing me to look back at him. My heartbeat thumped louder than ever, I was afraid he'd hear my heartbeat and take that as a vulnerabili...
I don't want to get into long, shit, but this is going to have some grammatical errors, because, I'm no major in English. That being said, let's start. In The Arms Of The Devil here we come.
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Enjoy My Babies!
Valentina's P.O.V.
"Table number 2 Val" I look behind me to see a frustrated Isabella, trying to make her way through to the kitchen as she looked back at me. I nod, as I walked behind the counter grabbing the tablet.
My muscles ached as I stood for an extra second, leaning on the counter, stretching my body. Someone has to pay bills and go to University at the same time. I shook all negativity out of my body, before sighing making my way to table number 2.
As I approached the table, I came across a woman, with what seemed to be her friend along with her. They obviously didn't belong to this neighbourhood. I wasn't trying to be obnoxiously rude, but it was obvious. This was a low profile cafe, and they were... well they seemed to look as if they came from the upper class.
The woman had long blonde hair, that was neatly tied up in a high ponytail. She had brown eyes, that scrutinized everywhere she looked. I gulped, stopping in front of their table. The girl, next to the woman, gave me an apologetic face as she tried to get the conversation to end.
No longer waiting for her, I speak up. "What can I get you?" I asked, waiting for her response. She looked me up and down, before speaking. "Ugh, firstly don't interrupt our conversation." I looked down. "I'm sorry," I muttered. I didn't intentionally invade their conversation, but I have many more people I have to serve.
She scoffed answering. "You've already interrupted, just do your job properly next time, or I'll complain. I'll have a Latte with no sugar and she will have...." I look towards her friend now. "An espresso, with two sugars and a piece of chocolate cake please."
She seemed much nicer and wasn't like the other woman, who seemed, like a stuck up person. I smiled her way. "So, a Latte with no sugars... and for you" I looked now at the nicer women "an espresso with two sugars and a piece of chocolate cake." She nods.
"Alright" I smile her way before turning around making my way towards the kitchen when I hear the rude female speak. "Why did you say please? these workers don't deserve your please, your Haithem-" I blocked everything else out, running towards the kitchen, with my red face.
"Table 2, order," I say, passing the tablet to Isabella, as she gives it to the chef. I walk towards the bathroom, fanning my eyes so I don't cry. Opening the door, I enter the stall locking it before putting the toilet seat down, sitting on it. Everything's just so hard. Working, whilst studying is hard. I have this huge burden on my back.
