When the girls walked in, the bell rang out. They were all happy, their laughter filling the air. Stacey looked their way from behind the counter, her heart skipped. There she was - the girl from that night. The one who’d talked about making hundreds in a weekend like it was nothing. Two more girls came in right after, all in classy clothes, with high-end bags hanging on them like shields. Stacy breathed deeply, feeling unease in her stomach as she saw them take a seat by the window. She wiped her hands on her apron; it wasn't her corner, nevertheless, she grabbed a menu and notepad and went over there.“Hey there, welcome to Sunny’s,” she greeted, voice level, “How’s your night going? What can I get you tonight?”The original girl—slim, poised, with lip gloss that sparkled under the light—looked up and smiled faintly. “Hey.”“You were here the other night, right?” Stacey asked her, trying to sound casual."Yeah," the girl answered, then sat back looking inquisitively. "What is your
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