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　　Five years ago.

　　"Anything else ma'am?" The waitress asks.

　　I shake my head, "Am okay." She tucks her pen behind her ear and walks away. She is pretty, brown wavy hair and cat eyes

　　I silently watch her walk to the table that hosts my target. She halts and poses uncomfortably. The three boys break into laughter. Quinn's hand moves up the waitress uniform and pinches her ass. Am disgusted! She is too disgusted by him. Quinn and the other guy exchange words and he smirks as the waitress takes a step back. The quiet guy in the group looks up to the waitress and says something to her and her poise eases. By following Quinn around, I assume he is his best friend. They spend a lot of time together. Andre confirmed his name is Ryan, the only thing that makes Quinn look good.

　　To the waitress relieve she manages to get away from the awful privilege creatures that think they can have anything or anyone and the world revolves around them. I hate them! I despise them and everything they re