Nerthus
“Can I bring you something else, sweetie?”
Mr. Entitled Asshole: You aren’t at home. Where are you?
A man dressed in a suit looks up from his phone with a dizzy smile. “No, I’m alright, Aria. Thank you!”
Mr. Entitled Asshole: Where the f**k are you? Answer the phone!
“Call me if you need anything.”
Mr. Entitled Asshole: I don’t have the key to your fake apartment.
He nods, returning to his flashing screen as he leans back onto the counter.
I clean up the counter swiftly with a rag as I take the order of a couple of young ladies blabbering excitedly.
Mr. Entitled Asshole: Are you here? Are you going to open the door or not?
I was already knocked out as his texts reached me, and I still don’t know if I’m sad or happy about it.
My day shift at the café and my current shift
