•BRIANNA•
“I lost my job at the restaurant.” Cherry dropped the bombshell, and I stared at her in surprise, trying to process what she just said.
“What did you just say?” I asked, still struggling to absorb the words.
“I said I lost my job at the restaurant,” she repeated, a sad smile playing on her lips.
“How did that happen? When did it happen?” I asked, eager to understand the situation.
“I didn’t do anything offensive, I swear. I was just 20 minutes late because my aunt delayed me—I was helping her with something. And not to mention the traffic jam I got stuck in. Mrs. Williams said something about the owner telling her to fire me the next time I came late, and I guess today was just not my lucky day,” she explained, trying to smile but failing miserably. My mind went to Mr. Adrian when she mentioned the owner of the restaurant. I couldn’t blame Mrs. Williams for firing her; it was all Mr. Adrian’s fault.
“I’m so sorry, babe. I wouldn’t blame Mrs. Williams for that. The owner of the restaurant is to blame,” I comforted her, patting her back.
“I don’t blame Mrs. Williams either, it’s Adrian’s fault. I won’t call him ‘Mr. Adrian’ anymore; he doesn’t deserve it,” she said, and I chuckled a little, even though I knew I probably shouldn’t be laughing at a time like this.