FLORENCE'S POINT OF VIEW
"You work at Stag Nite Bar?"
My eyes widened in shock. Did he know the truth already? But how?
I look at him apprehensively. There's a strange smile plastered between his lips, as if he's enjoying watching my anxious state.
"As a waitress, right?"
I feel like a huge stone was lifted off of my chest when he asked that. Damn it, I thought he knew.
I swallowed a lump. "Y-Yeah. But I quitted already," I responded. And God knows how much I restrain myself from stuttering.
"Good," he simply answered.
I just smiled at him and bowed lightly before turning my back. I breathed deep when I was meters away from him already. Our proximity is suffocating me.
"And it was your fault. If you didn't kiss him before, then you wouldn't be such a mess every time he's around," the subconscious part of my mind chastised me.
"Florence?"
I was pulled out of my trance when someone called my name- it's Ms. Athena.