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You don’t need to be stubborn about this, the priority here is to salvage this date before it’s too late. The evidence is damning enough for you to request an audience with your former classmate, unbelievable as it may be.
“That’s all I need from you. Please, bring your coworker Charlotte here.” You regain your composure beautifully like you never had any doubts in your mind.
“Huh…?” The untrustworthy waitress isn’t sure if she should follow your clear orders.
“You heard the lass, Kassandra.” The Manager is happy letting other people do his work. The waitress nods and walks away. “Is there a reason ya know Charlotte’s name? I know you’re a regular and all, but still.”
“She left an impression.” You pretend there’s no story between you two just in case it can be misinterpreted. The manager is satisfied with your answer.
“<span class="mu-i">Psst, Chio.</span>” Phil drags you closer once again to whisper. “Can we do this privately? Talking with Charlotte, I mean. I don’t want anyone to lose their job tonight…”
“But if your hunch is correct...” Which you vehemently don’t think so. “She deserves to be punished.”
“Please, Chio.” Phil is trying to use those puppy eyes of his to get what he wants! Did Wilma teach him that technique?! It doesn’t work when he doesn’t stare at you!
“Fine.” You believe Phil is too compassionate. “Can we talk to her privately?” You ask the goof of a boss here.
“…<span class="mu-i">Suuure.</span>” The manager is looking at you two with suspicion. “Can’t waste more of my time. Go to the back alley through the kitchen now. I’ll send her in a moment.”
“Thanks!” Phil is happy that the manager is being cooperative. You believe this is the bare minimum and not even. He doesn’t care one bit.
You’re at the back alley behind the restaurant, it’s dark except for a flickering light, like the hospital nearby. The sound of the crickets raises and engulfs the area to your annoyance. There are garbage bins nearby but the smell doesn’t get to where you are. What a repulsive area...
“Were you asking for me, you lovebirds?” There’s a cheeky smile on Charlotte’s face as she closes the door behind her. It was about time she arrived…
You don’t like the way she’s looking at Phil. Though, being fair, it’s night and day compared to the waitress’. Charlotte has ulterior motives!
