Chapter Eleven

Ava.

The rest of the night went by a blur. And by the time I was back at the dressing room my legs were aching badly, and I had totally forgotten to pull down my clothes. I got a little conformable in them that I had forgotten about it. 

Being a waitress wasn't as easy as tv shows made it out to be, I had come in contact with rude men, arrogant jerks and proud women. I wanted to yank their earnings out of their ears. 

I also learned the difference between drinks and had memorized their names. While I still made mistakes serving them the wrong ones, I soon learned them right. And despite the large number of rude guests, there were still a few nice ones. 

Like the young man who helped me stand when I stumbled once more. I remember his soft smile telling me to be care