"You look sad, girl. Are you suffering from the pain every woman endures?" Daisy asked me when I handed a drink to the customer, who looked at me intently, suddenly interested in the question Daisy had asked me. I glared at the man before my eyes fell on Ricco, glaring at me, warning me to smile at our customers, and I almost rolled my eyes before pulling a fake smile on my face.
Fuck you, Ricco!
"No, Daisy. I am not on my period. And gentleman, stop looking at me like I am your chicken feast for tonight if you want your eyeballs intact." I whispered lowly, making sure my smile was still plastered on my face as Ricco was glaring knives, daggers, spears at me. I, sometimes, hate how Ricco is always there around, looking at his staff, being a good owner of the bar, and threatening us to s
