35; The dinner

Freya’s POV

I landed on the floor with a thump. I stood up and looked back hoping my jump hadn't alerted anybody.

We rushed out the gate, laughing as we shut the gate closed. We had successfully made it out without being caught, and I was happy.

"I nearly peed in my pant thinking we were going to get caught" Celine laughed and I joined her.

"Should I wait out for you?" she asked, we both turned and looked at each other.

"I might stay in late" I sighed.

She smiled, shrugging her shoulder "I don’t have anything to do, I could stay in and wait for you to finish your shift" she offered.

I looked down at the duffel bag she had carried out with her. I was too occupied in getting out without being seen I hadn't taken time to asses her. She didn't bother changing out of the old clothes she had worn before into a new one. She was still in her short plain blank skirt and a white top.

I looked at the duffel bag and at her "What is in that bag?" I gestured at the duffel bag signaling with my eyes.

She looked down at it adjusting it on her shoulder "Oh this, I would show you later" She tapped the bag two times before skipping her way into the diner, and I followed after her.

The smell of muffins hit my nostrils as I step foot into the dinner. Every employee was occupied, today we had a full house and more people were still coming, it was like a special somebody was visiting g today and they all wanted to catch sight of the person.

The registrar's bell rang multiple times along with the chime of the oven, everywhere was noisy with the chatter of people sitting, some of them hadn't even ordered just talking and I don't think they were planning to anyway.

The girl I had talked to multiple times since I joined here rushed to me "What are you doing standing here? We have a very known family heading here today?" If they were that special what were they looking for at a place like this, not that I did voice my thoughts out?

"I would join you soon," I told her, watching her hurry back to whatever activity she was occupied with before.

I looked beside me about to tell Celine I was going to start work, but she was no longer by my side.

I looked around the diner for maybe a glimpse of her. I saw her at a table with a guy I hadn't seen before, they were talking while she smiled flirtatiously at him clapping his arm in what she thought was a cute manner—she sure moved very fast. What a vixen.

I changed into my working clothes "Freya thank God you are available" the manager sighed, she was dressed nicely today, her hair neatly done in cornrows, it made her look young at the same time elegant "Come assist over here" she waved for me to join her in working the coffee machine.

"Today is really rowdy innit?"I asked.

She laughed out loud at possibly my choice of words 

The bell of the door to the restaurant rang and the smell of strong masculine perfume wafted straight at me. She looked up from what she was doing.

“Oh, they are here” and rushed to the door. I also looked up wanting to know who the special people were. I was stung with silence as I could recognize the man and his son standing in the footsteps of the restaurant. They were the same people that came to our house. They looked around the restaurant I don’t know why they had thought of coming here and at the moment I had my shift—oh, fuck my life.

They weren’t dressed as extravagant as they did when they had visit us. They both wore suits, not with the guards they had brought in the other time. They looked simple and I could see the tattoo the son had on his chest due to the open button of his white shirt.

Clara guides them to a table, it looked like she was kissing their ass with the way she was acting like a servant where they were. Who were these people?

“Freya, come over here this table needs your attention” Celine and the guy raised their head at the mention of my name. I locked gaze with the boy and watch his mouth tip up in a smirk. I looked down immediately and made eye contact with Celine.

“The fuck are they doing here?” she mouthed making it obvious she was talking about our special guests.

I shrugged as to say I knew nothing about it and rushed to their table.

“She doesn’t take long like this” Clara smiles at them explaining the reason for my little lateness—not that I was even that late but she felt the need to.

“Good day gentlemen” I greeted in an annoyingly sweet voice. Clara's eyes widened at me like I had said something wrong. Had I don’t wrong calling them gentlemen even though they were nothing of that sort? Or was I meant to lick or bow down at their feet while I was at it? I was confused to as what she wanted me to do.

“Oh, you” His father greeted in disdain.

“Hey wifey.” his son smiled at me, it looked weird but I wasn’t allowed to say anything.

“I don’t belong to you” I scowled causing Clara to step on my foot hard. I buy back a shout of pain and clenched my teeth.

“She has that that of humor, don’t mind her” she laughed. Both of them nodded their head when they knew it wasn’t the truth, they just wanted to string her along.

“Do you know her?”Clara asked, the confusion clear in her voice.

“yes, she is mine to be” he smiled “My name is Will but you can call me darling what is your name beautiful?” He planned was flirting with me in front of his father and Clara, my boss. Where were his manners? Not that his father minded at all as his focus was on anywhere but us.

“What would you like to have?”I ignored his question.

He touched his chest in mock hurt “Look at you ignoring me 'cause I had just asked for your name.”

Clara laughed making me wonder what she was still doing here standing and listening to our conversations when her employees needed every assistant they needed in the long line that was at the front of the counter.

“Freya, her name is Freya. Don’t mind her she loves being professional” She faked a burst of laughter just to please them—what a kiss ass!

“Freya” he tasted the name on his tongue “Suit you, baby” he winked. It was an observed fact this boy was a psycho, a delusional one at that.

His father cleared his throat, snapping him of whatever mood he thought he was in.

“What would you like to have?”I asked my cheeks hurting from smiling too hard. I could hear Celine Burst out in laughter from where ever she sat.

“On today’s special we have Romeo!s muffin” I added. My arms folded in front of me like a respectful servant but deep down I wanted nothing to do with them.

“I am sad, you didn’t name a muffin after me” he wiped a tear that wasn’t there off his eyes.

“Son, behave” his father scolded lightly.

“Sure Daddy,” he said in a sing-song voice. He was mentally unstable. I cringed at the name he had called his father making him burst out in laughter.

Clara nudged me, reminding me of the grimace that still sat on my face like it had owned it.

“Give me your finest wine and the muffin you just named, like me see if it is worth bearing my name,” he said.

About to walk out to prepare it when a tug on my wrist stopped me from every further movement “Keep me company” Will pleaded.

“Of course, she will let me go prepare what you requested for”