ELOISE
"Carter," The fashion savvy one addressed me. "You seemed awfully close with that customer. I did not think you have it in you."
"I don't have time. The dude is a f*****g creep."
"I don't know." She continued, stir-frying some eggs. "He came in four hours ago. All flustered. The kind of s**t that happens when you get addicted to the bite of the forbidden apple."
"That's disgusting." I managed to choke out. It took me a minute to recover from what she had spoken. I felt disgusted for the most part because she was right. I swallowed and made my way deeper into the kitchen. I usually was the one behind the food or drink but since I was late and they were all willing to cut me some slack. I slinked to the sink to clean the dishes. My fingers turned the valve open, I added enough soa
