A couple of weeks ago, when my employer told me that Nicole was my responsibility,

I felt like dying. I already had a lot on my plate and just wanted to finish my shift without

any drama. Being a waitress already stressed me out,

and the fact that the money I was saving to go to school was not enough, made it worse. Of course I

refused, giving him all kinds of excuses. I later changed my mind and decided to take her under my wing.

When I noticed that the others didn't want her in the restaurant, she was hardworking and

determined and needed guidance here and there. Everyone was sidelining her, and I felt bad being that I was one of them.

Weeks went by, and we became close. We took the afternoon shift together, and things were going

great. I liked her as a friend, and maybe a little more than just that. But I would never tell her that.

There was this particular day when things took a turn, and the dynamics of our relationship changed

forever. Throughout the afternoon, our hands would brush up against one another, and it would feel like

electricity shot through me. I ignored it as if nothing happened and watched out for her reaction.

There was none, and I was confused as to what she was feeling. I loved everything about her, from her personality to her body.

I remember an instance when I had trouble with my bra, and she found me trying to fix it.

She offered to help, and that was where I almost lost it. Let's just say she took her time

fixing it, all the while making skin contact and touching my boobs to make sure that it was

firm and well positioned. The clock ticked by, and soon it was time to close the restaurant.

Everyone else left, leaving the two of us behind. I started up where I could, but the whole place seemed

too quiet. Nicole was nowhere to be seen. Where could she be? I was too tired and wanted to finish and go home. I looked

around for her, but I was not prepared for what I was about to see. She was in the kitchen all alone.

I opened the door wider and hid behind it as I watched her. It was intriguing to see what

she was doing. I saw as she licked the whipped cream off her fingers, and something clicked in my mind.

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