bright lights, loud noises

They fired her for eating some of the french fries, I didn’t see how they could do something like that to someone like her, she was sharp and funny sometimes, which is a lot more than could be said for most people.

“I still have the apron, do you think I should return it?”

I shook my head and then reached across the table for a drink of her coke, I usually don’t drink coke but I felt like it then, “No, fuck them.”

“I feel like I should return it, what if they come to get it.”

“Then they come get it, but I don’t think they will.”

Her eyes were sympathetic and dark; I kept trying to fire her in my head, to get my mind around it but I couldn’t do it, the asshole must not have had any class.  The coke didn’t taste great, I put it back in front of her.  She looked like she was going to cry a little bit.  I wanted to kill that son of a bitch.

“Hey,” I said.

“I was just hungry, I didn’t even eat that many,” her voice broke and she stuck her eyes up towards the left.

“Hey, fuck them.  Say it.”

“Fuck them.”

“Yeah, fuck them.”

“Fuck them.”

“Alright.”

I waved the waitress down, she looked over and I motioned, “another beer”, she lifted a hand and smiled.  I nodded.

“I don’t feel any better.”

“I know it.”