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He chuckles, leaning back in the booth and spreading his arms out over the entire back of the seat. Jesus, he’s huge.
“I knew you were being fake,” he says, his voice smug and I blink, my anger returning full force. One thing I’m not is fake.
“Excuse me?”
“Before, that sweet voice you used on me was fake.”
“I think the word you’re looking for,” I spit, crossing my arms over my chest. “Is polite.”
He laughs, flashing me a brilliant smile and my insides turn to mush. Oh, hell, what is happening to me right now?
“I meant what I said. It was fake.”
Mia laughs quietly behind me and I suck in a breath, trying to calm myself before I go off on this poor unsuspecting man. He really has no idea who he’s dealing with. Planting my hands on his table, I lean forward, locking eyes with him.
“Maybe it was but it’s because I have to deal with douchebags like you all day long and I have bills to pay. Now, what the fuck do you want to eat?”
“Tate!” Roger yells through the dining room and I flinch as everyone turns to look at me and silence descends. I force a smile to my face, pushing off the table.
“Excuse me.”
Everyone’s eyes are on me as I walk into the back and trudge to Roger’s office. I know that I went too far but there’s just something about the man at table thirteen that riles me up in the worst way.
“What were you thinking?” Roger asks, sighing as he walks into the office behind me and I sink into a chair. “I know you’re having a tough time lately but you cannot talk to customers like that.”
“I know, Roger, but did you see what a prick he was being to me?”
“It doesn’t matter. You will go out there and apologize to him.”
Do I really need this damn job?
The thought crosses my mind for only a moment before I realize that without something to do everyday, I would lose my ever-lovin’ mind and for the most part, I do enjoy this job.
“Fine,” I snap, shoving myself out of the chair. I will go out there and apologize but I’m done waiting on him. Walking back to the hallway, I press my shoulders against the tile and take a few deep breaths, trying to calm down before walking through the door. As soon as I’m behind the counter, I feel his gaze on me again.
“You fired?” Mia asks and I shake my head.
“No. I have to go apologize to him and as soon as I do, will you take that table?”
“Are you sure?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
Turning back to the dining room, I square my shoulders and suck in a breath before marching over to his table and pasting a smile on my face.
“Sir, please accept my apology. I’m having just about the worst week of my life and I was out of line earlier.”
He arches a brow and I continue staring at him, unsure of how much more he wants from me. Finally, he sighs.
“To apologize, you actually have to say the words “I’m sorry”.”
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