Chapter 2“Excuse me miss,” came an angry voice, and Miriam Jones felt a large, sweaty hand grab her wrist. Instinctively she tried to pull away but the grasp was too tight. She turned towards the customer, who was staring down at her large chest lasciviously from his stool at the counter. “I’m out of coffee.”
“April, will you get this gentleman some more coffee?” Miriam called across the counter to her coworker, whose job it was to wait on patrons who sat at the counter.
“Actually,” the man said, licking his lips, “I was hoping that you could serve me.”
“I’m sorry sir,” Miriam said, trying her best to remain calm as she pried her arm from his grip. “I have a full section on the other side of the restaurant. April here will help you.”
The man seemed appeased and let her go begrudgingly,
