When my shift was over and I returned to my small room on the second floor of the pub, I dreamed of him again. Most importantly, I dreamed about the time we spent at the party.
Morning came. As usual, I started mopping the floor and cleaning the windows.
"You don't have to do that, Cindy," Mr. Jerry said when he entered the pub and found me wiping the tables.
"It's the least I can do for your kindness to me."
Again, he let me do what I wanted. The two other workers entered after a minute, and then the number of customers who came inside slowly increased. For a short period, the bar was full of customers, even though it was still afternoon.
I was busy putting a glass of beer on a customer's table when I heard the sound of the chime on the door, indicating someone had entered. When I turned around to greet the newcomers, I froze when I came face to face with my Aunt Jezel and her daughter.
"Well, well, well, look who's here," Aunt Jezel said as she stepped forward to me.
"The brat has found a cheap job. A waitress? Oh, come on. Didn't the owner of this establishment realize you are fit to be a janitor?" Stephany added.