~6 months later~
*✩Chicago, Illinois
❀Noelle's POV
“Okay, this looks phenomenal on you, Elle!” my coworker Bailey shrieks, shaking my shoulders.
I laugh.
“Yeah...”
She smiles.
“So you're going to take it?”
I sigh and look at her.
“Oh I know that look. Bills and responsibilities. But don't worry. I'll pay.”
I shake my head.
“No Bails, I couldn't...”
“That's why she's not the only one paying” Logan, our other coworker pops up from behind Bailey.
“Logan not you too...”
“Come on Elle, it's only a pair of earrings,” he says.
It's vintage!
“And you know we'd do anything for you” Mallory adds, hugging me.
“Thank you guys!” I grin, hugging them.
“You guys are having a party without me?!” Sam shrieks, sashaying in, noisily chewing his gum.
“Of course not Sammy!” I laugh.
He pouts and hugs me. The front door tingles indicating a customer.
“We better get back to work,” Mallory says and everyone files out from the back.
In six months I've gone from being a maid, a cleaner, a babysitter, a gardener, an amateur vet, and a literature teacher to a bunch of spoilt kids, not to mention my auntie duties, a nurse for my crazy mother, a mother figure for my seventeen-year-old sister, a plumber, a carpenter and finally a waitress at the Chicago grind.
This is what my MBA is worth?!
“C'mon” Sam pulls me away.
Ruth; the oldest among us hands me the order for table eleven. I get to work; walking up and down, cleaning tables, and a smiley face on even when some customers make inappropriate comments.
“Elle, can you please handle the counter for me? I need a bathroom break” Logan asks.
“Sure, go ahead,” I say, handing over my tray to Mallory and walking behind the counter.
I take the orders.
~Two hours later... (In the SpongeBob SquarePants man's voice)
“Here you go. Come again” I grin at the elderly man.
Mallory slips beside me.
“Can you stop encouraging them? I'm tired” she whines, throwing her head back dramatically. “And table five just arrived. I can't.”
I laugh.
“Stay here, I'll handle your table,” I say glancing over.
Oh boy. High school kids. And particularly the jocks.
“This should be interesting" I murmur
I walk over.
“Hey, boys. Welcome to Chicago Grind. What would you like today?”
“Well, we would like three of the burrito mojado and a garden salad please?”
Well, they're awfully polite.
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The Bridal Agreement
RomanceCOMPLETED ✔️(Editing Soon) "Marry me." I nearly spill my latte on the nicest dress I own. "Are you out of your mind?! We just met... plus I don't even like your face!" "It doesn't have to be real." I set my latte down and look at him. "No woman...
