“You must have a lot of girls pining for your attention.  You’re definitely hotter when you’re off work.”  I kept my mouth shut.  Macy was a chatterbox.  First, it was what took me so long.  Then it was about the food from the restaurant.  Now it was my looks.  Only bright side, she had a car.  We were almost to the White’s compound and I couldn’t have been more thrilled.  It would mean getting away from her.  “Are you always this quiet?”  Yes.  “You’re much more talkative as a waiter.”
“Can you stop talking?”
She rolled her eyes.  “Rude much?”  How old was she?  Twelve?  “Any who, here we are.”  Macy stopped the car in front of a gate.  “T...

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