𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 | tbz gang au

01

"one more word and you are fired." the old man glared at me with threatening eyes.

i was speechless for a moment before heaving a tired sigh.

"i quit then."

my manager went quite. i know he didn't expect a poor, orphan 19 year old like me to quit. i mean, i worked my bone off. working overtime every single day. never miss one. i need money to survive living alone in such city.

but yeah this customer-always-right bullshit really did tick me off.

i took of my hat along with the black apron on my body and put it on the counter. everyone is watching without saying a word. not one single soul try to stop me. i don't have friends here afterall.

tear jerking leave? like hell i would. i love drama.

so what i did was standing at the other side of the counter. as a customer.

"kim. ju. ra. What the fuck are you doing?" the geezer's eyes widened.

i smiled innocently. "can i have my order?"

he was about to yell at me but then stopped abruptly because a customer came in. just another college boy with cap and shorts on. he stopped in confusion when he noticed a number of workers are gathering at the counter.

quick to grasp the situation, one of the old man's minion reacted. "sorry we are closing."

he was taken aback. "but it said outside that the closing time is 11. it's only 10.58 pm."

"we are so sorry. we ran out of ingredients so we are closing."

"oh okay then." he just shrugged his shoulder off and went out. for someone who entered a diner 2 minutes before closing time, he's suprisingly easy to convince.

every eyes were on him, waiting for his absence. and the moment the door closed, a loud noise echoed and my cheek hurts.

"get out of my place."

i let out a disbelief laugh. i worked overtime everynight, did multiple task though it's someone else's, did delivery under the sun and rain, the only one who never slacks off because im desperate, yet he gave me this?

"jay. drag her out."

the guy named jay didn't hesitate. afterall he's the one who always dump his works on me and step on the floor i just mopped.

he grabbed the back of my collar and lock my right hand at the back before forcefully pushed me out the diner.

some people on the sidewalk stopped to see. but the "hah. fuck my life." i let out was the cue for them to keep on walking.

but somehow, a pair of feet stays frozen in front of me. so i had to look up which dipshit dares to use my pathetic life as their entertainment.

it's the 2 minutes before closing time customer. on the usual occasion, i would have thrown a bunch of middle finger. but i realized he didn't look at me with a sympathetic eyes. not even amused.

"hey. are you virgin?"

damn. should have threw the usual middle fingers back then.

but without any warning, my world turns black.