Matilda’s POV “Matilda, table six needs their order!” I quickly picked up the tray and turned toward the counter. “Coming!” It was Saturday afternoon, and the café was busier than usual. Customers filled almost every table, and I had barely had time to sit down since my shift started. I carefully arranged the drinks on my tray before walking toward table six. Working part-time at the café wasn’t exactly my dream job, but it helped me pay for some of my expenses without constantly asking my parents for money. Besides, I liked having my own money. Even if it wasn’t much. “Here you go,” I said, placing the drinks on the table. “Thank you.” I smiled politely before returning to the counter. My manager, Mrs. Collins, was standing near the cash register, checking some receipts. “Matilda, two gentlemen just came in. Can you attend to them?” “Of course.” I picked up two menus and turned toward the entrance. Then I stopped. For a moment, I wondered if I was seeing t
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