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Niccolo's Chocolate House

Chapter 13

*Dari*

Niccolò pulled a chair for me and as I sat in it, I couldn't help the notion that I would never get accustomed to this side of him. He'd been this brute for as long as I've come to know him that I don't think I could find it within me to forget. 

I surveyed the table, feeling like the odd man out. I had no business dining with these people, I didn't belong here. 

Tionnè appeared, manoeuvring a cart into the private room, signalling to me that she would be one of the waitresses of the night. Experience taught me that at least two of us would cover one table in the event of a small private gathering. I'd done it many times before mostly when the other girls were on the clock. 

It was only fitting that Tionnè appeared to verify my claims and remind me where I'd come from. She appraised me with a look that demanded my immediate explanation. However, in this climate, I would be under a microscope which meant that it would be less likely to get anything across without drawing attention to her. I didn't quite fancy the idea of my best friend being jobless. 

What could I say anyway? That this was his sister's party? Tey already knew that much.

We hadn't been able to speak about this, being such a delicate topic, to begin with. A discussion would demand a resource we couldn't compensate for, time. Sometimes, if her family was in a bit of a rough patch, she would have no choice but to pick up the slack, pull the weight considering she was the breadwinner. The simple fact was that time, we didn't have many luxuries of it. Not at the moment, anyway. 

Tionnè worked double-shifts and though I had basically been in the same position, with only my papa's health on the line. It would've difficult to find it within me to stomach two shifts back-to-back on my basic diet, predating Niccolò's sudden infatuation. Let alone find time to talk when the only time that could be arranged junctured with any chance of sleep and rejuvenation that would be set aside for my body and mind. 

That and I had no intention of spending more time than I needed to at that wretched place when I could do better and spend more time with my papa. The idea that I could be working double-shifts one day just to find out that I missed my window to say goodbye did not sit well with me.

Fate couldn't have picked a better pair, not only did Tionnè appeared but Stephen also emerged though not pulling a cart. His eyes widened like a deer in the headlights as they settled on me. I looked away, instantly unable to hold the weight of his gaze. Besides the fact that I'd usually have trouble looking him in the eye, every time we were at work, I was embarrassed to be caught in the act.