. . . . . . Tiffany Lawrence . . . . . . .
I didn't want any trouble, but the moment I turned around and saw that rich man and nearly bumped into him, I knew I had a bag full of troubles coming at me. Didn't he ever get enough?
I quickly picked myself up from him, embarrassed by the amount of attention I was getting from the customers around, but he did the most shocking thing someone has ever done to me. He presented a single rose to me. I didn't know what he was playing at, but I was ready to tell him to just leave me alone already.
But before I could get a word out, he said, "I'm sorry."
I wasn't sure if I heard that correctly, but I didn't know if he was supposed to be apologizing. I threw up on him, which was very nasty seeing as I was drunk that night, and although he said some pretty harsh things to me yesterday, I didn't think he was the one who's supposed to be apologizing. Not that I was going to do it anyway.
Everyone stopped to watch us, some of them whispering to each other. Just then, my manager, Joe, walked out.
"Is everything alright?" he asked, annoyance in his face as he saw me standing with someone during working hours. But as soon as the rich guy turned around to face Joe, his face softened, surprising me by every means.
"Can I borrow her for a minute?" he asked Joe.