(Trudy)
I just stormed out of my kitchen to see 'him' standing there in front of the counter
"Trudy's what can I help you with?" I passive aggressively asked
"We need to talk" he said
"Sorry, that's not on the menu" I said
"Then I want to speak with the owner" he sighed
"Speak" I said rolling my eyes a bit
"In private" he added before we walked out the restaurant not missing the customers gazes as we walked out
"What do you want?" I asked when we reached in the alley
"You need to stop" he said
"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about" I said
"You know what I mean. Stop messing with me in the morning; I have work to do and you're consistently making me late. How do you feel that makes me look"
"How you look?" I scoffed
"Do you have any idea how you made me look...
