Dreams

It's pouring outside, I love when it rains, feeling a chill even though its stuffy in here I made a mental note I must remember to buy me warmer clothes winter in london is nothing compared to the winters I spent back home. The bar is packed tonight it the end of the week, I cannot believe I lasted this long I have spilled so many expensive drinks surprisingly it went unnoticed or so I hope, otherwise I can expect a wage cut as explained in my interview I cannot afford a wage cut I am low on cash trying to save what little I have, making do with one meal a day.the bar is packed with uptight business men with expensive suits coming to unwind after a long week of work, yet all they are doing is talking about work, how typical, even the drinks Dont seem to help them relax they still seem so uptight, not even a smile, seriously, I giggle to myself as I begin to pour a shot of whiskey I notice a man walk in, but he doesn't seem like the rest that are in here he has an expensive suit, obviously tailored because it fitted perfectly, my mind all over the place, it's a crime to look this good, he stops where I am pouring the whiskey and says il have one of those, with a smooth voice, I look up smile and say coming right up sir, I was told in the interview always address the customers as sir and madam strokes their ego and in exchange they give bigger tips and I sure needed those tips, he took his drink, stood up and proceeded to walk to the stairs leading up to the VIP room