Blake’s Point of View
”Marco I’m out of here”. I shouted through to the kitchen. Piper had text me almost two hours ago and my damn phone had been on silent.
”Blake, the restaurant is almost full, you can’t just go f*****g off in the middle of the shift” Marco said in a dangerously quiet voice. “Leila has finished and I’m not f*****g doing all this on my own. I’ll end up losing my s**t!”
I sighed loudly, he was right but he didn’t need to know that. “Well if you genuinely feel you can’t cope….”
”f**k you Blake.” He said turning his back on me.
I left him sulking in the kitchen. I knew I was being a d**k but I hadn’t seen Piper for over 24 hours and it was killing me. I considered closing the restaurant but sacked it off pretty quickly. The faces that I didn’t know had slowly
