SAN

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e', as I like to refer to it, I hav

he very first week my feet were sore and blistered and if I

rs for

ned that everyon

were the best of the crop. High class and ess

k on their chair casually, and grin. A disgusting, smug grin. Like they thought I was just going to fall at their feet with that stupid *ss smile. They would search my wrists and ankles for the magic bracele

e of their gun attached firmly to it, fantasize about smashing a glass over their head, know that ther

ned that everyo

of lingerie and walked around in front of roomful after roomful of

uls to the devil for much less. Christiano taught me this very valuable lesson. Everyone can be bought. And he proved it. He bought

aybe, just perhaps, I wouldn

nks. I wasn't the best at this whole waitress thing. I had admittedly tried it when I was in co

the library at the school and had spent most of my

ist. I jumped at the surprise a

onvincing fake smile. The idea of tips hadn't been worth a pleasant attitude with my previous

s been at the table with Christiano an

as he looked me up and down. Under different circumstances, say, if I were out with some friends for a girls' night and I caught sight of him in a bar, I could droo

hands back on my

, not, what

s okay

r whether I was or not, he'd still have me. I had to fight, h

over there," I said in the sweetest voice I co

ind me, trapping me in place. "Kate," he called out, and another girl came quic

n held the napkins up, "Need

, she took the napkin and kissed my new

all like a question. More of a demand beca

as

ssi

Just

aven't I seen you

w." Obv

ay from the counter

r the one person I usually avoided. Christiano

ut my hands on his wrist, tryin

me but didn't follow my le

t I'm not here for that sort of thing." Comically in my hea

nd brought his hands up fro

ay. Now if y

from behind him and immediat

with obvious disappointment. "But I'm sure we'll see each other

h

stalked off. I let out a deep breath. I was feeling slightly shaken and picked