Aaliyah's POV
Grandma Amelia's medication continues and along with that our expenses doubled so I have no choice but to work my bones off.
I tried finding another work but the only job available is being a waitress at the club and even though I feel like I am not cut out for that kind of job I took it.
"Table number three," the bartender uttered so I took the drinks that he mixed and walked towards table number three.
My steps were careful afraid that I will drop a glass but thankfully it didn't slip out of my hold
When I reached table number three I carefully place their order on their table.
When I am done I was about to walk away but a strong grip held my wrist stopping me from walking away.
"Ist with us Miss," a man in his forties I am guessing uttered then pat the space on his
