Pressing Matters

Chapter 4

" Thank you for coming to Monte Christi, how may I help you Sir, Madame?" despite my sour mood today or when ever for that matter, I always paste on my best fake smile. Even fake my enthusiasm just to make who ever I'm talking to feel welcome.

" If you'd be a dear and help us find a table to eat that would be great. It's our 46th anniversary and he, forgot to book somewhere for us." Her eyes were stern, the wrinkle at the corner of her eyes deepen as she glared at her husband. Whose smiling as if he's done something good, I resist the urge to laugh. The looks she's been giving him could sizzle any remaining hair on his head.

What a lovely couple, I thought.

" Well I can help with that, if you would just provide me with your names and payment option," her brown eyes regards me softly as she nudges her husband to do what he must. This would be my final table and then I could finally go home.

" Okay Mr and Mrs Simmers my friend Ryan will escort you to your table and have a wonderful dinner." She taps my hand as she takes their credit cards and smiles gently and I return it.

" Thank you sweet heart." She walks past me and I wink I'm Ryan's direction, there was no line outside so I'm more than free to leave since Patricia is here, shell take my place.

I retrieve my personal belongings from my locker and met Ryan by the employees exit point.

Everyday for the past two weeks are so, that has been our routine. Walk 4 blocks to the bus stop , which is totally unnecessary, while engaging in light conversation.

" I overheard the general manager saying someone bought the restaurant.... New management doesn't seem too back does it?" I nod my head in agreement having not much to say about it.

Soon enough his girlfriend came to pick him up and I sat under the bus stop for a bit, listening music from my phone. I must look like a sad lonely puppy sitting alone but I didn't care one bit. I can never be on my own, with my own thoughts, my anxiety eats me up and I over think everything. So I never leave my earphones, music is my way threw most of my problems.

Finally deciding to hail a taxi, I gave the driver my address and we were off.

It's been three months since the whole situation with Noah and the club. I cut all contacts with him, Dr drumlin came by once after to refer me to another doctor since he was leaving the country.

Two months ago him and his wife aired their dream wedding for the whole continent to see including me because I sat through that whole 5 hour 'special'. I forced myself to watch it just to get him out of my system.

Rolling my eyes and yawning I turn my gaze outside to the other car, a tinted black Mercedes. Then right above us is a display screen , in fucking time's square traffic with the same piece of shit I'm trying to forget. With his wife grinning from ear to ear clutching her growing baby bump.

" You've got to be shitting me..." I read the running words below the picture and yes she's 2 months along.

All my anger came back full force, this prick was engaged all along and still had time to mess with me.

" Are you okay there Missy?" The cab driver's voice dragged me out of my thoughts.

" Ah yes I'm fine..." I sigh and sag into my seat.

" My thirteen years old daughter had the same response to him being married dear... It was hilarious, a man she doesn't know." He points to the never changing advert.

" She almost died watching his wedding..." He started laughing and then we were back on the road.

I paid my fare and get out the car at my usual spot, a block off my destination. I walk the short distance and scroll through Instagram on my phone, a loud car honked behind me, I jump and scream just as it came up to my foot.