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“I’m from a little town called Barichara,” I tell him, it’s not a lie I’ve lived there for years noith Marcela, but it’s not where I’m ‘from’—still, it’s best if I don’t spill all of ht away

“Never heard of it,” Carlos says, fiddling with his cutlery and eying the floor for a waiter

“Most people haven’t,” I reply It’s why I was brought there in the first place It’s a good hideaway for a girl that needed to be hidden I’h Now is

Carlos foregoes any more questions when he spots a waitress pop out of the kitchen He waves her down like a drowning man at sea and then promptly orders two meals—I assume one for both of us, until he tells the waitress that I’ll just be having a salad “Small,” he commands

Oof Not a great start

The rest of our evening follows a sieneral rudeness

Whether or not Carlos is a bad apple or just a regular rich kid is hard to put a finger on Since Luis hatched this plan to get ain to act a certain way around these people, it’s not out of the reals, just from the other side of the table

By the tih, it’s more than clear to me that we’re not compatible, but I don’t harbour resentment towards the man—at least, not until I see the tip he leaves

Zero

That’s right This spoiled brat leaves our waitress a 0 tip He even specifically writes in a big fat 0 under the line

Now, I can stand for a lot of foolishness fro to use for ain, but Marcela and I have worked as bartenders and waitresses for years trying to make endsI can’t stand, it’s so tip but doesn’t

The act seals ht then and there Still, there’s no point in burning bridges I hold e where his driver supposedly waits for us I need a ride home, after all

“How did you enjoy your dinner?” I ask, trying to make small talk as we search for the limo that we ca his phone

“I’ve had better,” Carlos snorts “Where the hell is that bastard?”

The parking lot is half en of a lienuinely curious