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Her eyes remain on me, waiting for an answer as her eyebrows begin to furrow in frustration and impatience.
“Spit it out, girl. What is it you wanted to talk to me about?” The Donna orders and I swallow deeply before glancing at Varo who is a good distance away from us, watching from the corner of this eye as he hands a customer their drink.
“Right uhm. I don’t know if you’re aware of this but… I uhm… I was thinking that.” I find myself stammering embarrassingly as I think of the right words to say without coming out as too needing or demanding.
“Stop. You need to calm yourself.” She interrupts me but in a slightly different tone than I expected. It wasn’t like she was speaking to any of her subordinates, but she spoke in a more considerate and relaxed tone, keeping h
