The next day at work wasn't what I had expected, not like I didn't expect it to happen but not like the way it did. After my boss had asked Jeremy and me to leave the customer, I was sure he had tried to settle some things but I didn't expect to see him all patched up.

   His left arm was broken same as the left side of his face. No usual smile on his face like before and his fat stomach looks flat.

  The faces of the staff were not as cheerful as they used to, not when they suppose to be planning on what to do to me next tomorrow. Yesterday that I was off, I expect them to talk about random things and what does get me as this years birthday gift, not the grave face they were giving me.

   Last year, they surprised me with a towel cake and end up throwing me on it. After that, they made sure to give me garlic bread and cartons of raw spaghetti. It was later on after closing that someone gave me a very beautiful pair of earrings, the same earrings I still wear till now.

   I won't lie, I have something in mind for the person but I don't know if he has the same feelings. Since I started working in my junior year, I have had a huge crush on a manager called Xander.

   Xander is such a cute young man with everything a woman would want. His eyes had the perfect dark brown color, his hair jet black and always near combed back, his teeth white and perfect. His style is outdated a bit but I like it that way.

   Although I haven't seen his bare body but with the way his clothes always hug him, I bet they would be to die for. His tattoo around the small part of his neck looks simple and yet attractive. The small bird flying to the sun is what I find myself staring at each time he scolds me.

  I was hoping he would be the one taking the morning and afternoon shift so Mr. Frank the fat boss take the evening. I know how I like Xander but I don't feel so comfortable with him around, I have lots of inappropriate thoughts and it's kinda disgusting.

   One of the managers and one staff is off today which means double work and no time to rest.

   There are three managers in the restaurant because of how big it is and my boss is one of them because he is the overall manager. Aside from the managers that claim to have seen our main boss, no one has. Not even a soul but we literally hear about how rich he is, we hear how he had so many kids and no wife but mothers for the kids.

   I don't really care if he is a bad man or not but as long as he has me employed and pays me when it's time, I am fine by any way he wants to live his life as long as I get paid.

   Even with the cold stares, I tried to be jovial like every other day and cheer my working place but they all snoozed me.

   Maybe it's a new plan to make me feel bad before my birthday.

  I didn't want to think so much about it so I did what I suppose to do, and face my work for the day. The worst part is that I am on the afternoon till evening shift today which is the longest shift in the company.

   It is always done whenever we have another person off. It's a kind of rotation by who the person that went off the previous day work more to cover up for the next person that would be off the next day.

   "Did anything happen yesterday?" I whispered to James my shift partner but he didn't reply "James?" I intoned

   The way James turned to me and stared at me for a while before looking away is somehow disturbing. The James I know can't move to do such a thing, even when angry, he would let me know that he is angry and don't want to talk at that moment.

  "Did Frank get into something yesterday?" I asked again trying to get the story from another dimension.

   Still again, James just stared at me and removes his face without saying. There was this weird facial reaction on his face that had so many interpretations. It looks like he was angry, want to snap my neck, and wants to stay out of trouble at the same time.

   "Great!" I muttered to myself as I decided to rest on the counter and mind my own business.

   The day was getting on really slow and I wonder what it would be like walking alone when I close. Jeremy had begged that he needs to go out with Sophia and won't be able to pick me up.

   To be frank, I was sad at first until I realized that my wish of being independent would be back again. If I can go back home without getting into trouble, I will be sure to have my parents trust me to do whatever the heck I want to do.

   First of all, I will change our family's favorite breakfast from spaghetti to mac and cheese. I can as well add ordinary coffee and shortcake, toast bread would make a sweet combination with orange juice.

  Mere thinking about food has started to make me feel hungry. Although I ate three bananas this morning before leaving, I didn't bother to let Mum park me lunch because I left as she was about to leave the house.

   My time for a break is still far, at least two hours from now because the afternoon is still ripe. I have tried taking food to the counter and the time I did it, I got suspended for days.

  Mr frank had said that customers don't like us eating at the counter and I have to wonder if they want us to stave.

    "Can I get two hot dogs, a plate of chicken and fries, and two cups of coffee"

  Someone placed what I call the most attractive order. Sometimes, they get so annoyed and begin to place their order one at a time to make me call the kitchen more than once.

  After making the coffee and hot dogs, I asked the man to wait for the chicken and fries but he refused.

   "No thanks," He replied "I just love the view of your face and now it would look like behind bars" he added.

   If I say I am not freaking out, I would be the biggest liar on earth. The way the man kept smirking at me makes me want to crawl under the counter and press the fire alarm button. Goose pimple appeared on my skin as I rubbed my palms together.

   "Just kidding" The man's smirk changed into a toothy grin "You need to see your face" he burst into humorless laughter.

   I joined for a few seconds before smiling weirdly. I was about to call the kitchen before the phone rang, A relief smile spread across my scared face as I collected his Chicken and fries and hand it to him.

   Without drama, he handed me his card to make payments for his food. His eyes were on my hand as I put in his bills and handed it to him to put his pin.

   "Thanks for your patronage," I said as I gave him the card back.

   "Nice tattoo," He said still staring at me with his warm palm holding half of my palm instead of his card "Why do you choose it?" He asked.

  I blinked, I looked at his face then my wrist. I looked around to see James staring at me from the far corner of the counter, his gaze was fixed and he doesn't look like he is coming to my rescue anytime soon.

   "I don't know what you are talking about" I gave the man the sweetest smile I have "Please let go of my hand" I reminded him.

   With his signature smirk, he released my hand and looked at James. From the closest of our distance I can vouch that I saw something that looks like longer canines or fangs.

   "Have a nice day" he said in a cold whisper as he walked out.