Watching You
She always comes in around this time; notebooks in one arm, laptop slung on the other. She always takes the booth in the corner, but even though it’s not my assigned station, I always serve that table.
I doubt she notices me, but I don’t mind. I know how hard she works, between freelancing and her novel. I admire her. She’s doing what she wants. I wish I could find something that I’m passionate about.
Until then, I’ll be here on the sidelines, serving you extra bread sticks and making sure your water glass is always full.
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