Ch 20
Quinton POV
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“Two vodka martinis for table 10”
Harley calls out…
And I just focus my eyes on the glasses, as I place them neat on the shelf.
Wiping them clean…
A unknown feeling inside me ,which I can't put a finger on,
“Are you okay ?”
I raise my eyes as I hear Andy's question and give him a confused look.
Why will I not be okay?
I ask myself…
“You looked pre occupied the whole day.
And even now ,you aren't getting the shots ,getting out in front of the crowd
Your staying behind ,in the kitchen”
Andy resonates, noticing me well
And I shrug
Getting back to the glasses, ignoring the fact that I have to answer his question.
Sometimes even though I can find an answer, I just don't…
He doesn't try to budge as we hear footsteps approaching.
"That girl Fio
