I couldn't think of any reason why Felicia would take up a part-time job except maybe to numb herself from the pain of our breakup by keeping busy.
However, I felt a bit embarrassed to think like that.
It made it seem like Felicia was so infatuated with me. She was nice to me, but it wasn't like she was head over heels.
Yet, she had taken the fall for me, even when she thought I had stolen the money. She must have really liked me.
I scratched my head, feeling troubled.
When I arrived at the restaurant, I sat down casually and scanned the staff for any sign of her. However, I still hadn't seen her after a while.
Just then, a waitress came over and asked how many people were with me and what I wanted to order. I randomly picked a few dishes, then casually asked, "Do you have a waitress named Felicia here?"
"Felicia?" she asked, looking confused.
After a brief pause, she shook her head. "Never heard of her."
I couldn't help but wonder if she didn't get the job.
I felt a knot form in my stomach. I pulled Felicia's number out of my blocked contacts and dialed it.
Yet, all I got was the voicemail telling me that her phone was off.
An ominous feeling crept over me, and I began to worry. What Felicia was up to weighed on my mind. She wouldn't do anything foolish, would she?
The food arrived, but I had no appetite. I tried calling her several times, but her phone was still off.
I took a deep breath. Just as I was about to grab my fork, I suddenly heard shouting from the corner of the restaurant.
The noise was loud enough to catch everyone's attention.
Felicia stared at me in shock. "What are you doing here?"
I was fuming. "Why do you think I'm here? I came to find you!"
Her face flushed. "You..."
At that moment, the manager and a few waiters rushed over. Upon seeing the customer, he immediately bowed and apologized. "I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Fisher. She's new and doesn't know the rules. I apologize for making you upset."
He then turned and shot a furious glare at Felicia.
"What's wrong with you? You can't even handle something as simple as serving food and pouring water? What use are you? Get out of here! You're fired!"
Before he could finish, Bob Fisher stood up and slapped the manager across the face.
"Did I say she could leave? She made a mistake and pissed me off, so she owes me a proper apology. Do you think she can just walk away? Not a chance!"
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