Hi, this is (hopefully still going to be) a collaberation between me and kristenstewart1. I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1- Darcy POV
"Hi, I'm Darcy; I'll be your waitress for this evening. Can I get you anything?" I asked for the second time. I stood there for several seconds, waiting for the couple in front of me to stop sucking each others faces off. The man waved me away with his free hand. How rude! I thought as I walked back to the kitchens with my hands on my hips.
"Honestly" I said to Blaze, a fellow waitress and my best friend, "Some people are so rude. And sickening" She gave me a wicked smirk.
"Do you want me to spit in their food?" She asked. We burst out laughing. She says that a lot.
"Do what you want." I said, taking off my green, red and white apron, "I knock off in 5 anyway"
Just then another couple walk in, all lovey-dovey and holding hands. Blaze and I look at each other.
"Baggies not serving them" We say at the same time. We laugh again.
"Rock, paper, scissors for it?" I ask. She nods.
"1, 2, 3 Go!" I say. We battle it out for a few seconds but I finally won.
"Rock beats scissors! I win. You gotta take them!" I say, dancing around in a victory dance. I dance my way into the kitchen, and hang up my apron.
"Frankie, I'm knocking off, Okay?" I yell, grabbing my handbag and my jacket.
"Sure, Hun, Remember to clock out." Frankie replied, rubbing his hands on his once white apron. I give him a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey, don't you go stealing my man" Pauline said, coming round from behind the freezer carrying a box. I laugh.
"Trust me, Pauline, I don't want your man. No offence, Frankie."
"No offence taken." Frankie says, taking the box from Pauline and passing it to me. "Happy birthday, Dahl." Pauline said, pulling me into a hug. I opened the box to see a giant chocolate cake with peppermint icing. My favourite.
"Thanks Pauline," I say giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Now go, you don't want to spend the rest of your birthday in a smelly kitchen, do you?" I smiled and gave Pauline one last hug before going to the back door and picking up the black plastic rubbish bag. I was almost out the door when I remember.
"Hey Pauline," I yell, "Can you do me a favour?"
"Sure Dahl, What is it?" She asked. I smiled a massive grin.
"Spit on table 3's meal, would you?" I said and was out the door before she could reply. I dragged the bag down to the dumpster at the blocked off end of the alley. I awkwardly balanced my cake, handbag and jacket in one hand and heaved the black bag up and onto the edge of the dumpster. It teetered precariously for a moment before falling in and splitting open.
I turn and am halfway back along the alley when a cat shoots out from behind a trashcan and wails like a siren. I was so startled I almost throw my cake in the air.
"Just a cat" I murmur to myself, breathing heavily, my heart thumping wildly. I looked around the dimly lit passageway. The walls were covered in graffiti and rubbish bags and empty spray can bottles littered the floor. Sometimes I hated the city and wished I could move to a smaller town. Now was one of those times. But I couldn't leave. Not without Blaze. She was my best friend and I couldn't leave her alone in New York. Who knows what would happen?
I reached the end of the alley and hailed a cab to take me to my apartment. I went up to my 7th floor penthouse apartment that I share with Blaze. I had just stepped out of the elevator when I noticed something was very wrong. The door to the apartment was wide open and hanging off its hinges. I ran to the door and carefully looked inside.
"Crap." I said. We'd been robbed.
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