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I could sot to his table but tried to put on a professional smile, even if I knew it no doubt looked forced and wouldn’t help with this asshole’s tipping Because he never did

He glared at et for you?”

For a second he just stared at ht sheen of sweat covering his forehead, causing his hair to be damp at his hairline He also smelled like he hadn’t washed in a while and had only consumed alcohol for the last twenty-four hours

“Burger and fries Beer And make sure it’s cold” He spit out the last word, and I didn’t respond, just nodded and turned to leave

He reached out and snatched hold ofInstantly htened

“Make surecold” His words were slurred and sloppy, just like his appearance

“Let go of th I didn’t feel like I really had Surprisingly he did without a complaint I wanted to rub my wrist but didn’t want to let hi over your stuff shortly But next ti him a chance to respond

After I put in the order, I stood behind the wall, the only privacy I’d get during my shift Assholes like hias and dealt with pricks on the daily But they still got under my skin at times, now more than ever, and I felttime

I restedthat held a few supplies I heard the back door open, and I glanced to the side to see Laura co off her shoulder Her long, dark-blonde ponytail was a little askew as if she’d been running, and when I glanced at the time, I realized she probably had been since she was a few minutes late

Laura, likeup e If I had friends, she’d probably be the closest one I’d put that label on

She glanced up and noticedover her face “Sorry I’m late”

I shrugged What did I care? Things weren’t busy right now, and aside from the drunk asshole, there hadn’t been much “excitement”