Lola - On the evening of Tuesday, the 27th
Justine leaves the dinner as elegantly as she arrives. Another big tip makes me blush as I’m cashing out her check. It’s not that I don’t appreciate it, but it seems too much. I’ll have to talk to her about that as I have difficulty hiding my money.
I’m busy cleaning up our mess when I hear a mom call her child Nathan, and the flood of emotions comes back to me. My phone rings, thinking of the devil himself. I still have a minute on break, so I will go ahead and answer.
“Hey, babe. Boss is having us do some overtime,” Nathan sounds exasperated, trying to explain.
“So, no date night again. Why am I not surprised?” I say sarcastically.
“Hey! I can’t help it when it’s work,” Nathan retorts bitterly.
I hear Daniel in the background laughing,
