Tatum
“Can I have the avocado instead of the cheese please?” A woman’s voice grabs my attention as I stand behind the counter.
“Sure, let me get that for you. What table are you seated at?” God, my feet are killing me and I just want to get out of here. It seems endless my shift tonight. I’m alternating between butterflies in my stomach and feeling queasy at the thought of being on the ice with Ford tonight.
Don’t ask me why? I have no blinking idea only that part of me wants to be with him and the other is scared. I can feel strong emotions for him and I know I shouldn’t. It’s not like a faucet, however. I can’t simply turn it on or off and my heart could be wide open.
“Number twelve. Oh, and can you top up our drinks please too?” I nod gritting my teeth. Ordinarily I don’t mind ser
