As you were doing your normal waitress duties, with some boys constantly flirting with you, you ignored them, as you weren’t in the mood for a romantic relationship. You look over to see a man staring at you with a cold look, he waved you over, as you got over. He set down his beer, and glared at you with, his icy black eyes. ‘you owe me money miss…’ he said his voice southern, raspy, and had a hint of monotone in it. He spoke up again. ‘you have 3 days to get me the money…’
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