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“Kimberly.” She said softly as if trying to remember the name. Carla stared at the floor, still resting her head on the woman’s shoulder, their arms touching even in Carla’s curled up position. After a moment of silence she smiled a little. “You know, that doesn’t sound very Italian mobster like.” She laughed softly before pressing her lips into a thin line. “Then again, I couldn’t say I really know any Italian names off the top of my head.” She finished happy with just that little bit of conversation. It was the longest conversation they had, had since Carla had been picked up by Kimberly. Well, longest in the sense that she wasn’t crying, or screaming. Carla would have been happy just to sit there the rest of the day. She let her eyes slowly flutter close, almost feeling safe beside the daughter of one of the most dangerous mob leaders. It was a nice feeling, something she hadn’t had in a long time. She really didn’t want the moment to end.

However, the moment ended too soon, when Kimberly started to move. Carla let her plain brown eyes open to stare at the ugly brown wall across from them. She shifted slightly, before finally pulling her head up from Kimberly’s shoulder. Her eyes drifted from the wall to over her knees. She could see the point of her toes sticking out from under the dress, the dress which she had partly forgotten she was wearing. Her hands tensed around one another for a second as if hugging her knees tighter into her chest. She could feel her eyes starting to tear up again at the thoughts of going back up stairs. The pain of the betrayal starting to sink back in. Her heart started to pick up, a sharp pain deep inside her welling up. The tears spilled over. “Just-“ She paused her mind not working at the speed she wanted it too. “Just get her out. Then I’ll come back up for my stuff.” She whispered softly.

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“Oh. . . “ She said softly griping the notepad and pen feeling more awkward now. The woman seemed so upset. What did she do at this point? “I’m sorry.” She whispered thinking maybe that would make things a little bit better. When the woman spoke again, Carla’s hands came up and waved quickly. “Oh! No, no, no! I-I-I just. . .I just wanted to make sure I had the full order before putting it in.” She said pressing her lips together in a firm line before glancing to the side. “I didn’t want you to get your food before, ah, him. Sorry. . . the other waitress asked me to take her table.” She started to say wondering why she was doing this. She bite her lip a little. “I’m really only a dishwasher, so. . . so I don’t always know what I’m doing.” She said with a soft laugh and a soft blush. “But yeah. I’ll go put your order in and bring-“ She paused to reread the order. “Apple juice.” She finished before smiling awkwardly at the woman before quickly turning away and heading into the kitchen with her head down. 

The chef looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “Well?” He said pausing his work to watch Carla.

Carla blushed deeper, “I hate going out there.” The chef laughed.

“Well then why didn’t you say no?”

“Because I’m too nice.” He laughed again, making her shoot a glare up at him.

“You’re still adorable when you blush.” He grinned before turning back to his work. Carla stuck her tongue out at him from behind his back and pushed her order forward for him to read. She walked over to the juice machine and filled up the glass. She made sure to get a big one for the woman knowing the woman was really out of sorts. When she had the glass she pressed up on her tip toes to peek through the glass at the woman. Carla sighed softly, making the chef notice. “Something wrong?”

She shook her head as to answer no. “It’s just. . . she seems so. . . upset. I don’t know how to interact with her.” The chef rose an eyebrow before walking out of the kitchen to peek through the glass over Carla’s head.

“Well she’s cute.”

Carla blushed deeply. “What does that have to do with anything.”

“why don’t you see if she wants someone to talk to? I’ll get Candi to bring the food out and do your dishes.” He said making her glance up at him and he was grinning at her.

“Why would you do that? Cause I don’t want my break just yet.”

He laughed. “Think of it as payback for making you deal with someone well she went back to text the boyfriend. She didn’t even go outside.” Carla sighed.

“Fine.”

“Go get her girl.”

Carla rolled her eyes before walking back out and coming up to the table and placing the apple juice down and holding out the straw for her. Carla was blushing a little. “Ah. . .would. Wouldyoulikesomecomany?” She said the last part so quickly it seemed all her words mixed together. She bite her lip again. “Sorry if that’s umm, inappropriate, you just. . . seem like you want some company.” She said well looking at her feet rocking a little from her toes to the heels of her feet.