Nara's POV
"Maybe because I'm eighteen and f*****g pregnant! My baby's daddy hates me," I almost snap, closing my eyes momentarily. I feel emotional thinking about the situation I'm in. Mya's facial features soften, and she stretches out her hand to touch mine.
"It will be fine," she assures gently.
The day was alright, and we managed pretty well, until pay day after our shift, "$15 f*****g dollars?! Conti, what's this man?!"
The manager glares at her. "That's how much the job pays, take it or leave it," he says, dismissing us.
"How dare you treat us this way? Firstly, we are the best servers you've had in a long time, and every customer loves us. We do so much, yet you pay us peanuts," Mya is fuming. As for me, I will take anything at this point.
"Firstly, you are both so slow, y
