STACY“Good morning, mister, what can I get you?” With my professional, polite smile on, my note book and pen ready to take orders, I waited at the table where a young guy had just settled in.“Hi, can I…” He trailed off, studying my expression with a kind of recognition, brows furrowed. I paused, wondering who he was and why he was looking at me like he knew me from somewhere.It’s been a week since I started working in this café, it was close to the small boutique Tricia was working as a salesperson.It was the same café I used to come meet her whenever I felt down and needed someone to talk to. She had helped me get this job and I was grateful for it…and her. I was more than happy to be earning my own money, no matter how small. I’ve tasted freedom for just a week, and I wouldn’t ever give it up for nothing. “Is something the matter, mister?” My smile still in place, my brows furrowed in slight befuddlement.He blinked, then shook his head, “no. I’m sorry. I’ll have a cup of fra
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