"My name is Mimi, and I'll be your waitress today. Can I get you anything to drink or eat?"

The man sitting alone at the table kept staring at my chest. I don't think he realized that I was talking to him.

"Sir? Can I get you anything?" I asked, louder this time.

"What? Oh, uh… a… a salad and water." Still, the eyes were on my shirt.

I jotted that down in my bubbly handwriting and quickly walked back into the kitchen.

"I saw that," Sara informed me.

"Saw what?"

"That guy was staring at your chest the entire time you took his order," she said in between giggles.

I rolled my eyes and smiled, then handed her the order. "A salad and a water, pronto. I don't want to deal with him again."

Today was a slow day. Only twenty-three people have come in since noon, and it's been four hours. Elisa told me that they usually average twenty people an hour, so this was horrible. I wish more people would come in, or this was going to be two very long hours.

"Here's the guy's order."

"Thanks." I took it from her hands and went to the man's table. "Here you go, sir." I heard the front door open and shut, meaning another customer. Finally!

"What's your name?" the man asked me, still not making eye contact.

"Mimi," I said, forcing a smile on my lips, a smile that I've used so many times back at the Club.

He gave a crooked smile and nodded his head. "Mimi… what a pretty name!"

"Enjoy your food," I remarked coolly, then turned and ran back into the kitchen. I noticed that he was still watching me, and I felt horrible. I wish this day was over…

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Roger was on the couch with his guitar, mumbling lyrics to himself when I came home.

"Hey. You're back," I said to him unenthusiastically. I felt like crap- that guy was there all day, trying to flirt with me.

"How was work?" he spat out.

"It sucked. This guy sat at one of the tables all day and tried to flirt with me. And I couldn't get away from it." No matter how angryRoger gets with me sometimes, I can't stay mad at him for long.

He looked up at me. "He was what??"

"Trying to flirt with me. It doesn't matter, though- it just was creepy." I sat next to him and gazed into his beautiful blue eyes. "Where were you this morning?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

He shrugged off the question. "Places." He grabbed his guitar and went into our room. He gently shut the door, and I could hear him pacing through the paper-thin walls. The out of tune notes started up again, and I knew he was thinking about something.

I didn't want to disturb Roger while he was writing a song or he would have another fit, and I didn't want that right now. I didn't know what to do about this guy, and he wasn't going to help me- he'd probably just accuse me of flirting back.

Mark… or Maureen… or Joanne… one of them would know what to do. I started to go out, but then stopped myself. I was acting like such a child- things like this happened all the time back at the Cat Scratch Club. I don't know why I was getting so worked up. Guys flirt with me, and I sometimes flirt back. But not this time. There was something about that guy- something I didn't like. I hope he never comes back to the Café.

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Ring! Ring! Ring!! "Hello?"

"Mimi? It's Elisa here at the Café. We're having a bit of a problem. Remember that guy? Well, he's back, and he's requesting you."

"Shit! Give me ten minutes. Bye."