"Valeria,"
My boss, Ricco called me when I walked inside the bar. I looked at him, his eyes were narrowed in annoyance as he gazed at my body. At my choice of clothes. Why did everyone always loathed my choice of clothing? I never understood.
"Yes, boss?" I asked him, trying to keep irritation out of my voice and he nodded his head towards where he was standing, making me ground my jaw as I walked over to him.
"What's the temperature out today, Valeria?" He asked me, this was one of those rare moments where he was talking to me. Except the warnings he had send my way. This is right. Be quick in serving the customers. Be polite. Smile while serving the customers. You're late. This is not the time to leave.
"Um, not sure, Sir? Maybe seven degrees?" Even my answer sounded more like a q
