Broken plates.

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(Angela) What a day. I looked over at the wall clock which had been in the restaurant for as long as I could remember. It was currently 7:15 pm and I usually clocked out at 7:30 pm. Leo had already sent me a text saying he was driving to the restaurant to see me. I was nervous, like really nervous and I didn’t know why. Maybe it was due to the fact that he had said he was going to ask me out on a date like a proper gentleman. When was the last time I went out on a date? I thought to myself as I cleared the plates off the table. I wasn’t paying much attention because I was deep in thought. A few plates slipped from my hands and fell to the ground and broke. I immediately began to panic as I knew Mr Evans was going to take that out of my paycheck. As if on cue, he walked out of his of

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