"That was really..." Alex started, seeming to be searching for the
right word as he closed the passenger's side front door of Nick's car.
"Awkward?" Nick suggested, looking over at him as he put
on his seat belt.
"Yeah, that too."
"That girl's a pretty good waitress to put up with what she put up with and still manage to do work."
"She didn't deserve to get fired..." Alex trailed off.
"I have a feeling we haven't seen the last of her..." Nick smirked.
"Oh jeez, whats going on in that mind of yours?"
"You can't tell me you didn't see how Aaron was acting around her.
They were flirting."
"Do you really think Aaron would ask her out the same day he just broke
up with his girlfriend?" Alex asked when they stopped at a red light.
"Its Aaron whos doing the flirting, I was just pointing out what I
saw." Nick said, making a left turn after the light changed.
"I guess we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?"
"Well, maybe I'll see you. I mean, like, around, somewhere, sometime."
Aaron said, sitting down in the chair next to Rebecca.
"Yeah, that'd be cool. I'd like that." she replied, getting up from
the chair and putting down the napkin. "Hopefully next time we see each other I won't get fired." she said, trying to smile,
then covering her face and beginning to cry again. Aaron got up from the chair and pulled her into his arms.
"Its okay, Rebecca, don't cry..." he said, hugging her tightly and
rubbing her back while she sobbed on his chest. After about a minute or two, she calmed down and pulled away from Aaron's
embrace. He picked up the napkin she'd put down and handed it back to her.
"Thanks," Rebecca said, taking the napkin and once again wiping her
now slightly red eyes. "Sorry about your shirt, I didn't mean to get you wet." she added, nodding a tiny bit towards his now
"Don't worry about it, its not like I don't have any others." he smiled.
"Right." she sniffled, smiling. "Well, I better go, I need to get
my stuff and my paycheck..."
"Yeah, Nick and the guys are probably waiting for me at home..." Aaron
gave her a quick hug and walked towards the front of the restaurant, Rebecca trailing close behind him. Just before he opened
the door, he turned and waved goodbye to her. She caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye and looked up to wave
back as she leaned over to pull her black zippered hoodie off of a hook behind the front desk.
"Hey, Jason." she said, putting her hoodie on after placing her
apron on the counter.
"Hey, Bec, Botticino wanted me to give you this." Jason handed her
an envelope with the name "Rebecca Cianarri" written on the front. "Guess he gave you the boot, huh?"
"That sucks. I'll see you at school next week, though..."
"Yeah, bye..." she walked out of the restaurant. She surveyed
the parking lot, making sure Alan was nowhere in sight. All she could see were parked cars, one of which was running. She
sat down on the curb and searched for her cellphone in her black messenger bag, and once she had successfully pulled
it out and flipped it open, a thought occurred to her: 'Where the fuck am I gonna get a ride?!' "Damnit!!" she exclaimed as she closed her cellphone and
buried her face in her hand. She looked up as a car pulled up in front of her and the driver rolled down the
passenger side window: it was Aaron.
"You alright?" he asked, leaning over the passenger seat slightly,
his left arm resting on the steering wheel.
"I think so, once this day is over." She sighed. "I need a ride home."
"No problem, I can take you." He offered, smiling.
"You sure?" she raised her eyebrows.
"Yeah, no problem. Get in..." he said, making sure the passenger
door was unlocked. She pulled the strap of her bag over her shoulder as she stood up and got into the car, putting
on her seat belt. "Where do you live?"