>>1844661“Cristobal, how are you doing?” Greets the businessman. “Man, your mother has been looking everywhere for you. She just doesn’t know where you spend your evenings. If would be a shame if…”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it. What do you want? (Douche…)” The last thing he said under his breath.
“Your table. You can take the one I was using earlier; over there, I’ll even treat you to a cup of coffee.”
“Whatever” The young man stands up and leaves the place vacant.
“I’m counting on you not forgetting our deal” whispers the man as he walks past me and sits on his newly acquired table.
He again touches my butt. Why does he think that’s okay?? If he does that again, I swear I’m going to flip out and call him out… oh, wait… he left something in my rag belt. It’s… money!
“Sure thing, sir. Is there anything else?” I answer, in very good mood. These are a lot of bills!
“No, for now just bring me my biscuits.”
“At once, sir.”
As promised, I make my way slowly into the kitchen, but try to give this guy a view of what’s going on inside. He doesn’t even try to dissimulate and just bends his neck so much I think he just hurt himself. I leave the door open long enough to give him a glimpse, but not so long that the kitchen bitches noticing something wrong is going on. It should be enough, since I’ll be doing this a lot of times for him for the remainder of the shift.
“I’m going to need an order of biscuits” I tell the bitches. They acknowledge it silently.
“...eeeeeeeeeeek” I hear a distant yell. Isn’t that Aria?
I go out there immediately to go to where the sound came from. I slow down a bit by the door to give the guy another peek – I like to keep true to my deals – but otherwise basically run.
“Aria, what happened?” I ask somewhat alarmed when I find her.
She’s crouching in the corner. Another maid girl is near her. I don’t know her name.