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.”
“Yeah, fuck them.”
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.”