FLICKER'S RESTAURANT The small, old, worn-out shop was packed with customers shouting to be attended to. Ivy hurried toward a table that had placed their orders. She set the food down and bowed slightly. “Sorry it took so long,” she apologized. The woman smiled in understanding, but the man glared. “Even though the food is top-notch, you people take too long. Work harder,” he scolded, his wife placing a hand on his arm to calm him. Ivy’s hands curled into fists. She wished she could punch his rude face. “Honey, she already apologized,” the woman said gently, then turned to Ivy. “It’s alright, you can leave.” “Thank you,” Ivy murmured, walking away with a sigh of relief. That man seemed like the type with anger issues. “Aunty, are you going to serve us now?” a little girl at a table asked, her big eyes staring deep into Ivy’s soul. “Sure. What would you like?” Ivy asked, pulling a small notebook and pen from her apron. The girl glanced at her mother, then leaned forward. “I w
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