Annabelle couldn't remember the last time she had as much fun as she did with Selina and Clarissa. The quietness of doing this alone, without someone to chat with and grab junk food late at night, reminded her of her best friend.
The warmth that used to linger in this place had been overshadowed by certain customers. It felt incredibly lonely.
With a slight smile tugging at her lips, Annabelle moved from one table to another, tidying them up. A young man from a distant table called out for her attention.
She turned around, and her eyes landed on a familiar customer surrounded by his entourage, causing her brows to narrow.
"Be quick, pretty. You can't keep your customer starving," he whined impatiently.
Annabelle disliked taking this particular customer's order. His approach toward her was always inappropriate, but she had no choice—he was one of Martin's regulars and entitled to a VIP table.
