𝐌𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

11 - Think before you act.

~𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉.~

Proverbs.

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Stacey rolled her head to ease the stiff muscles in her neck, the moment she sprinkled the last dressing on the pizza going to the oven.

The deliveries on Friday had done a number on her. Soon after she left the hotel and passed Dylan that note, a sort of weariness had seeped into her bones. But luckily, she was revitalized now. Her weekend had been blissful and full of terrific sleep, seeing she wasn't working.

A smile crept onto her lips as she walked toward the sink to wash her hands, passing some co-workers who were idling by. Mallow wasn't around today. Or rather for the first time, he was late for work. The kitchen had been relatively peaceful and everyone knew it. If he was around she had no doubt in her mind, he would have given her an arduous task of some sort.

Whistling, she opened the tap relishing in the steady hum of whispered conversations. The sun rays that poured through the window above her cast a glow on her skin while sending warmth through her, she was at peace. Her smile widened when she realized she hasn't been at peace like this in a long while.
Why today was -

Pngrr!

Splat.

The sound of metal hitting ceramic broke the steady buzz of activities in the kitchen, reeling everyone into shock. It didn't last long as it was followed by murmurs that found their way into Stacey's ears.

"What was that?"

"Should be from the counter, but -"

"Wait, that only means one of the waiters knocked down an order or-"

"I think someone slipped and then the pizza fell."

"Poor soul."

Poor soul indeed. Stacey concurred, closing the tap. Stacey instantly felt bad for whoever such occurred to. She could only hope it would slip away quietly, and then whoever the order was for will let things slide.

"Is something wrong with you! Your brains be mush or what?!" An angry voice, a very deep angry voice, shrieked freezing Stacey in her actions. Something didn't feel right. She couldn't place it but she just knew.

Still wondering what was going on while wiping her hands, Trisha-a tiny hazel-eyed girl, walked into the kitchen, biting her nails. "Oh Lord, guys, that man out there is pretty mad."

Stacey took no notice of her words. Many were mad. So she wasn't surprised if one dressed up in a suit and was ordering pizza.

"I just hope Juliet is going to be okay." She continued, this time running her hand through her bleached blonde hair.

Stacey paused, her hands hung in the air in the process of dropping the napkin. Juliet! Oh no. She and Trisha were the girls on serving duty. That's why she felt odd.

Not throwing another glance in the direction of the sink, she threw the napkin and walked towards the restaurant. Trisha looked at her wide-eyed. "No, Stacey, he might hurt you too."