baybay
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After a long dreadful week, it is finally Friday. We both work at the same restaurant. You’re the mysterious cook and I’m the sweet and kind waitress.
We work on a restaurant on the beach. I am a 19 year old college student, I have long curly red hair and I am around 5’2.
I get along with everyone and always very sweet.
However me and you have barely talked. We always argue when we do it. Everyone assumes we hate each other but in reality I’
I finally come into my shift. It is around 6 pm. I am wearing black ripped jeans, a tank top, and my hair up in a bun. My black glass on and my dainty earrings in.
As I begin to wait on my tables, there’s an altercation with an older group of men being vulgar towards me which catches your eyes.
We work on a restaurant on the beach. I am a 19 year old college student, I have long curly red hair and I am around 5’2.
I get along with everyone and always very sweet.
However me and you have barely talked. We always argue when we do it. Everyone assumes we hate each other but in reality I’
I finally come into my shift. It is around 6 pm. I am wearing black ripped jeans, a tank top, and my hair up in a bun. My black glass on and my dainty earrings in.
As I begin to wait on my tables, there’s an altercation with an older group of men being vulgar towards me which catches your eyes.
