Delusions of happiness

Chapter 1

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"Martina,hurry!"

"Yo, over here"

"Hey, how comes he got his food before me!"

By the end of the day, my feet were sore. As much as this waitress job stresses me out, it helps pay my rent.

I never went to college, didn't have the funds.
My grandmother died 2 years ago, I was 19.
From then I've been living on my own, jumping from job to job.
Thankfully, I haven't been fired from this job yet.

It may have to do with the fact that I'm friends with the managers daughter. How typical.

I dragged my aching feet out the door and speed-walked to the nearest bus stop.
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"Wait, no stop!" I called to the driver.

He didn't stop.

2 days in a row I've missed the bus now.
I started walking along the sidewalk. My feet were killing me.
Suddenly, a black car pulled up beside me but I continued walking. The person continued driving right beside me. I was getting ready to run when the driver rolled down the glass.

"You need a ride?" He said to me.

"Uh no I'm good" no way I was going to take a ride from a stranger.

"Come on, you're practically limping"

I thought it through, this car looks really expensive. But then again, he could've borrowed it from a friend.
I look at him. He doesn't look like a criminal.....
But you never know.

"I'll just walk" I said stepping off.

Then as if on cue, the rain started pouring.

Why me?

"Hey wait"

He raised an eyebrow.

"I'll take that ride" I said, taking a major blow to the ego.

"My name's Richard by the way"

"Monica" I lied.

"But your pin says Martina" he gestured to the nametag on my shirt.

Great.

"It's ok," he said

Cue the awkward laughter.

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After he dropped me off, I went straight to the shower as I usually do. Hoping the water would rinse the stress away.

Maybe tomorrow will be better.

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"I'd like to speak to your manager!"

FML

"She'll be right with you" I said even though I didn't even call Barbara.

Two of the other waitresses didn't come today, so I had to do everything. Even the kids section which I dreaded.

Don't get me wrong, I like kids.
Just not terribly rotten ones who throw food at you. Then the parents shrug it off.

"There just kids" they say.

I speed walked from table to table until most of the customers had their food.
I sat down to rest when the bell above the door rung, indicating that someone had come in.

I look to see who it was and to say I was suprised would be an understatement.

I'm guessing you all know who it is.

Yes, it was Richard, the same man who gave me a ride yesterday.

Cliché much? Definately.

And he's never eaten here before, was he stalking me?

"Hi" I said taking out my notebook to take his order.

"Hi? That's all you have to say?"

"May I take your order" I say, almost sounding like a robot.

"Sure, your number"

"What?"

"I want your number"

Was this man really serious?

"Can't you see Martina? I like you"

"You met me yesterday"

"And?"

I sighed loudly and dramatically.  "If I give it to you will you leave me alone?"

"No, I'll call you everyday"

I think about it, should I really give this man my number? No way.

"Ok, when's your break?" He asked.

"In a couple of minutes"

"Why don't we sit and talk, at the end of your break you can decide if you want to give me your number or not"

I agreed, and we talked for a while. Turns out, he's the CEO of a production company. That explains the fancy clothes and expensive car. He also told me that he's 36.

That makes him 15 years older than me.

When my lunch break was up, I scribbled my number on a napkin and gave it to him.

We smiled at each other, but for completely different reasons.

He had thought he scored a point by finally getting my number.

Little does he know it's not even right.

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"I will not stop, Martina" he says to me the next day.

Yes, I figured.

"The number you gave me wasn't even yours"

"No shit" I laughed but his face was stone cold.

"Ok" I write my number on a piece of paper "This is my number"

He takes out his expensive looking phone and dials the number.

Immediately, my phone starts ringing.

"Good" he says and gets up to leave.

He called me everyday after that.
I actually started to like him.
Now, looking back. I wish I just called in sick that day.

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We made it through the first chapter.

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