Page 3 of At My Worst

“Who the fuck is that?” Josh asks in my ear.

I push him away and motion for him to take the other plates.

I slowly make my way over to the woman. She looks down at her phone, then sets it down and grabs the menu. I stop in front of her. Her long black hair is pulled up in a messy bun, and the black glasses she is wearing make her brown eyes pop even more. I quickly look her over. She is wearing a black sweatshirt and joggers.

“Can I get you some coffee?” I ask her softly.

She looks up from the menu and nods. “Thank you,” she says softly as she looks back down at the menu.

Most people want to sit in the restaurant part, but some like the bar. I don’t start serving alcohol until ten, but some will stay eat and wait for the time to come.

I turn around, grab a mug, and quickly pour a cup as I look over at Josh. He is leaning on the table, watching me. He smiles at me and nods. He has always been a goofball, the life of the party. He is also my best friend and the only one who really knows me and my life. I don’t trust many, but he has earned it.

I turn back around with the cup of coffee and make my way back over to the girl. She has set down the menu and is sitting back in her seat, looking over the different bottles of booze.

I set the coffee in front of her, bringing her attention back to me. “Do you know what you want?” I ask, watching her closely. I have never seen her face before.

“Pancakes and scrambled eggs, please,” she responds, keeping her eyes on me.

I nod and turn back around. Josh is still staring at me, making me shake my head. I push open the swinging doors and walk back.

One set of pancakes and eggs coming up.

The music continues to play as I pour a few more drinks and set them in front of the two people sitting at the bar.

I look over at Josh, and he is talking to another girl. I don’t know which one this is, and I have honestly lost count. I lookover in the corner booth where Pops has been for hours, and it looks like he’s already passed out.

I take a deep breath and shake my head as I scan over the people and stop on the girl in the corner, the same girl from this morning.

She is in the corner by herself. Her hair is still up in a bun, but she has changed her clothes. She is wearing a black tank top, showing off the ink that covers her arms and chest.

I stand straight and slowly leave behind the bar, keeping my eyes on her as she stumbles towards the bathroom. I move through the crowd of people and find her leaning against the wall in the hallway halfway to the bathroom.

I rest my hand on the wall beside her head. She is looking down at her phone. “Are you okay?’ I ask softly.

She quickly turns and looks at me. She stumbles back a little, but I grab her arm, pulling her to me to keep her from falling.

“Yes,” she says as I release her arm. She puts her phone into her back pocket, and her eyes stay on me.

She is drunk. “You sure?” I ask, looking over her face. She is beyond trashed.

She nods. “Yes, Sir,” she says, and my heart races a little with her moniker.

“What is your name?” I ask, tilting my head to get a better view of her.

She shakes her head. “No, we aren’t doing that.”

“Doing what?” I ask, a little confused.

“Names,” she slurs.

“Okay.”

“I’m gonna go,” she says as she pushes off the wall and walks around me. I turn slightly, watching her stumble through the crowd towards the exit.

Fuck me.

I turn and follow behind her, pushing through the people.

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