Sometimes We Need A Little Magic
Maurice's POV,
Seven years ago,
I knew it was past midnight, hours after that unfaithful encounter, but I just can’t shrug it away. We cleaned the tables and the drink counters were closed too. The hotel staff was told to f**k off… I meant to leave the youngsters alone to party away the rest of the night. I can't believe I used to be one of them. Half of them were drunk already, Stan was too and I very well knew the level of it would just go up from that. I don’t want to see Stan again. Never. Ever. The love I used to see in his eyes, it’s just full of pity now.
“You’ve worked hard today…” Mr. Buckley said softly, finally some nice words from him throughout the whole day. “Maurice, you did too.” he smiled warmly, “let’s clean up here and I'll treat you
