Chapter 392 Coffee Spill!!!

• Siobhan forced herself to walk closer, her black, close-toed flats that had been picked from a discount sale, squeaking softly on the checkered floor. She had had a long day, the other woman on the shift with her had been too busy flirting with a group of bikers who had turned up in their black leather vests. After one of them, a tattooed man with missing teeth and a gleam in his eyes, had deliberately brushed past her twice, Siobahn had chosen to avoid them.
• Now she was acutely aware of her short black skirt and the tight white polyester shirt that clung to her firm breasts in an inviting fashion, because the former owner had been two sizes smaller around the bust. Her apron, once white, now carried the stains of coffee and syrup, the pocket laden with her small pad on which she studiously scratched the orders. And her hair was coming out of her topknot, tendrils clinging damply to her forehead and neck. She firmed her lips, and was unaware of how pouty she appeared as she marched up to Rudy’s table.
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