Page 225 of When We Fall: Part Two
He smirked knowingly before getting behind the wheel again. I got into the back, hating my life, but knowing it was all my fault, so I had to suck it up and deal with the consequences.
Fuck, Fox. I wish I’d have listened.
SEVENTY-ONE
ROSALIE
Aweek after shopping with Anson, I found myself rushing around, waitressing tables. The tips weren’t bad, and the staff was friendly. Overall, it was decent. Not at all fulfilling, but it helped pass the time with minimal thinking about my life.
In the week I’d been there, I’d helped them improve on the muffins they served, and they were flying out the door with the breakfast people. That earned me a fifty-dollar bonus.
Jamie called to check up on me a few times. I told her I was doing well, and she was genuinely happy for me to be working. I told my parents I’d gotten a job and had broken up with the guys. I knew my dad wanted to comfort me, and he did, but I could also hear the happiness in his voice at the news.
I still hadn’t found an apartment, but I did have another one to visit after my shift ended this afternoon.
“Table six has a daddy-type. And god, is he hot.” Sabrina, one of the waitresses, fanned herself and nodded to table six, which was my table.
I looked over to find Klaus Seeley seated there.
“I’ll, uh, get his order,” I said as Sabrina tittered with Angela, another waitress.
I wandered over to him and plastered a smile on my face.
“Hey, what can I get you?”
He looked at me, clearly confused. His blue eyes moved from my feet up to my yellow uniform to my face.
“Hummingbird?” he asked, frowning at me. “What are you doing here and wearing that god-awful uniform?”
“Um, I’m working,” I said. “This is the uniform. Yellow isn’t really my color.”
“It’s not.” He continued to frown.
My cheeks heated at his words. I didn’t think I lookedthatbad.
“Why are you working?”
“Because I need a job,” I said.
“Isn’t Anson taking care of you?”
“No offense, Klaus, but Anson is my friend. His job isn’t to pay my bills.”
He rapped his knuckles on the table. “I’ll take a coffee. Black.”
“Got it. One bitter bean water as black as your soul,” I said, not bothering to write it down.
That did earn a smirk from him.
“When is your break, Rosalie?” he asked, still smiling at me.
“I already took it. I’m off in an hour.”
“Perfect. I’ll wait for you. Then you’ll come with me.”
“I can’t. While your invitation is intriguing and probably dangerous, I have to look at an apartment when I get out. Raincheck?”
“No, no raincheck. I’ll go with you.”
