Heather and Basilio continued to visit the restaurant where I was working to eat their lunch and waste their time while looking at me from afar. I don't even know how many times I've told them that I didn't want to go back to that house again as long as Shaun was there. I couldn’t even point out what they didn’t understand in what I was saying.
"Thank you," Heather said when I placed the plate containing the fries she had ordered.
I couldn't even count how many times I've served her these fries on this day. Basilio couldn't do anything but pucker his lips while looking at his phone. I knew that he was doing weird things on his phone, and instead of confronting him, I decided to just shrug and ignore what he was doing, even though I knew that the things he was doing were relevant to me.
