“…you’re a waitress now!!” He mouthed off once his fiancée left to the loo.
The smirk on his face made me want to smack him, but I managed to muster a decent smile – “Your order, sir?”
“Do you even realize what a life you would’ve led had you not…” He paused and ran a finger down my arm, giving an evil grin.
“…had I not refused to become a toy you could play with. Actually I don’t sell my heart to men for money. I’d rather marry a waiter who only has eyes for me…got it, you moron?”
Written for – Friday fictioneers
Word count – 99