Sarah
“There was a guy asking for you.”
“For me? Personally?”
“Yeah. He was most insistent that he speak with you.”
No one has ever asked to speak to me personally before, not here at the restaurant, at least. It might have something to do with the fact no one really knows who I am here. I give my first name when being asked for it, but don’t divulge my surname if I can help it. I don’t want people to recognize my surname. My father is a very successful businessman, and his name is easily recognizable.
“What did he look like?”
“Jesus, Sarah,”
I guess I caught Johnny in a bad mood again. He’s been snapping at me non-stop for the past two days. In everything I do, Johnny has something to say in the negative sense. My work isn’t up to scratch; I’m in his way, and my clothes are too tig
