Supposed to be Human: Jay
The lunch rush was finally dying down and I was cleaning my section when I heard it — Tiffany’s voice, sharp and poisonous, echoing across the dining room. “…getting high with the busboy and rolling around in the dirt.” I froze. Every muscle in my body went rigid. I didn’t have to guess who she was talking to. I abandoned the broom against the wine hutch and rounded the corner just in time to see Tiffany standing there, a triumphant, ugly sneer on her face. She looked like she’d just won a prize she didn’t deserve. “Keep it down, Tiff,” I growled, stepping into her path. My voice was low, full of the kind of anger I usually saved for guys that cut me off in a heavy swell. She just rolled her eyes and stepped past me. “Oh, please, Jay. The secret’s out. Have fun with the ice queen whil
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