His Bed // H.S.

2.

*Present time, three years later*

"Aria, table four is still waiting on their food hun!" Margaret yells over the counter.

Margaret is my boss, she is the owner of 'Mables'. I've worked here for about a year in a half, the staff members are the biggest dicks. Except for Ashley and Margaret.

I pick up the tray in front of me and bring it over to table four.

"Sorry for the wait, Jerry." I smile down at a regular customer. Jerry is an older man, i'd say he's around seventy years old. Him and his wife used to come in all the time, but recently she passed away due to a heart attack.

I place down his black coffee, his plate of eggs, that are always sunny side up for him. His toast and jam. I bring the tray under my arm.

"How are we feeling today." I ask, i always ask him this because he's alone now. I know that feeling all too well.

He takes a sip of his coffee " the usual dear, i wake up, come here eat, then i go home. if i'm feeling good i'll even go in a walk." He folds his hands in front of him and looks up at me.

"And how are you dear?" He shifts in his seat a little.

"Oh Jerry, same old same old. You know i'm always here." I smile down at him. He nods already knowing my day to day routine.

"Let me know if you need anything else." I smile and walk away, into the back of the kitchen. I grab the dirty cups and plates and place them in the sink and turn in the hot water to wash them.

"Aria, Sweetie?" I hear Margaret's soft voice call me. I look over my shoulder.

"What's up?" I ask still washing the dishes.

"I need you to run an errand for me, it's quick i promise. Plus you could get out and get some fresh air. You're always cooped up in this place." She tells me fiddling with the strings on her apron.

I give a small laugh, knowing she's just being the caring person she is. I'd rather be here than at home with my aunt and brother. She knows this and so does Ashley. It's not that i hate them or living their is bad. But they are always breathing down my neck, just waiting for me to break after my accident three years ago.

I get they're worried, but i'm fine. Before i get too ahead of myself i put down the dishes and turn all the way around to give her my full attention.

"What do you need to go get?" I ask wiping of my hands.

She walks over to me and starts hand drying some of the dishes i washed previously.

"I need you to go get me some stuff for the cafe, just small things that i don't usually order for shipping." She smiles at me.

" I already wrote down a list it's in the big refrigerator in the back." She continues to dry the rest of the dishes.

"Alright, i'll be back. Don't pull out your hair while i'm gone." I joke. I take my apron off and walk to the back of the building to the refrigerator and see the list she was talking about. I take it off and just go out the back. It's close to my car anyway.

***

I planned on only being in the store for maybe fifteen minutes, if i was lucky. But i ended up buying half the store...sorry Margaret. I did also buy what she needed, then i got some things for myself.

I got into the checkout line after i told myself that i needed to leave, the cashier clerk checked me out and i left the store. I got into my car, suddenly a wave of nerves hit me. The feeling you get when you know that someone is looking at you? Yeah that's the feeling i have right now.