“Hey, Derek. Sorry I left home early”, Emily said, as Derek showed up at the restaurant. “The man says I have to resume by six thirty in the morning. I didn’t have to get up so early at Frank’s”
“Nah, you never took Frank serious”, Derek replied, smiling. “How’s work going? Is it better?”
“The pay? Yes, a lot. The work? Hell no”, Emily said and sighed, constantly looking back at her workmates and their warning stares. “I’m even worried he’ll complain if he sees us talking”
“Or if he sees you talking to anyone? He’s my pal so he won’t say s**t. I should get to work”
“You should”, Emily replied and held his hand. “Thank you, Derek. I don’t deserve this”
“No, Emily. You deserve more”, Derek said and leaned closer. “I should kiss you now but, from what you said, he’ll probably cook you an
