A New York waitress has a chance encounter with a prince, and is then offered the opportunity of a lifetime! But...she doesn't have a valid passport! Is the fairytale over before it even began? Or will Jen still find her happily ever after? This is...
"Can you stay another half hour, Jen?" Kieran demanded as she headed into the staffroom to collect her things.
"Uh, really?" She rolled her eyes. She was tired, and emotional, and just wanted to get home.
"Yes, really. There's three tables still need clearing out there and two families waiting for orders, and I have no idea where Jade is."
"Jade's out there flirting with the customers," Jen said with a scowl. Jade was the reason why they weren't on top of things.
"Maybe if you spent more time flirting with the customers you'd get more tips," Kieran said, hands on his hips. "Jade's pretty good at bringing them in. Unlike you. Which is why I'd wager you need that extra half hour's pay. Go on, get back out there."
Jen sighed, defeated. "Alright." She couldn't wait for the day that she could walk out of this place. She cursed her recent life choices, and headed back out into the bar. She wondered what Maxwell was doing now. He was probably at some fun party. Oh well, no doubt she'd find out tomorrow morning.
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The next morning, she lay in bed alone. Today was always a difficult day. She was working later on, preferring to keep herself occupied, but she wasn't likely to see anyone between her shift starting and then. Anita would already have left for work by now.
She'd seen Maxwell's string of excited text updates, but hadn't really felt like replying to them. Yes he was at a fancy garden party in the sun with his two new besties, and she was alone in her New York apartment on a rainy morning. It was after nine now, and she hadn't even bothered to get out of bed.
There was another ping. She glanced at it.
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Well if he really wanted her current mood, he was getting it. She sent him a crying emoji.
The phone rang seconds later.
"I don't want to know, Maxwell," she told him. "You're out there having fun in the sun and.. I'm not."
"Aw, hey, what's the matter? This isn't like you."
"Huh. That shows how well you know me. This is like me every 29th of July, actually."
"Hey... what... is it your birthday?"
"No." She rolled over in her bed, gazing out at the rain. "That's November 9th."
"Aw, so I have plenty of time to think of the perfect birthday present for you!"
"Knock yourself out," she said, trying to play it cool.
"So what's the problem with today? Oh..." His voice faltered. "Maybe it's like my January the 7th."
