| Violet's |
— point of view —
Elle; Violet!
Elle yells from another room.
Violet; what?!
I yell tiredly. The door slams open, making me jump.
Elle; We are late for work!
I quickly jump out of bed.
Violet; Fuck, I'm so going to get so fired.
I quickly put on my uniform and my hair in a messy bun.
Elle; lets go!
She says impatiently.
Violet; I'm coming!
I say running and grabbing an apple off of the counter.
I run out to the car and jump in. We head to work listening to some music.
We arrive and I practically run inside, I knew what was coming, I was about to get yelled at.
My boss comes and yanks my arm and drags me to the kitchen.
| Ethan's |
— point of view —
I see what seems like the boss drag a girl to the kitchen. It pisses me off but I let it go.
Grayson; Hello? Are you even listening to me?
Ethan; Wha- uh yeah.
Grayson; You're an asshole.
Ethan; You're right.
Grayson sighs.
Grayson; What are you even looking at anyway?
Ethan; None of your business.
Grayson; Whatever, dude.
The waiter walks up to our table, the same girl I seen get pulled.
Waiter; Hello. My name is Violet. I will be your server today, What can I get you to drink? or if your ready I'll take your order.
Ethan; I'll have an omelet.
Grayson; I will have a pancake and oouucan i get a face on it?
She giggles.
Ethan; I'm sorry, is that funny?
Waiter; u-uh no sir, I'm sorry.
She was about to walk away.
Grayson; M'am?
Violet; Please, call me Violet.
Ethan; You forgot our drinks "violet".
I put quotations over 'violet'.
Violet; S-Sorry, what can I get you?
Grayson; Can I get chocolate milk pleeeease.
She tries to hold back her laugh and somehow it made me slightly smile.
She looked down at me with a warm smile. Who is this girl?
Violet; And for you, sir?
Ethan; Black coffee.
I say bluntly.
Violet; Okay.
She walks away. A couple minutes later she comes out with our drinks.
