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Eternity... Or Nah?

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Rustling sound of the trees broke the silence of the cold, dark alley. Only moonlight illuminating the surrounding. A figure if a lady in black nightgown and short heels running away from something. But what is she running from, or who?

 

 

Panting sound can be heard as she took a break from what it seems to be a long run. Her blond shoulder-length hair sticking out on her skin with sweat. She looked around to see if ‘someone’ was chasing her when she felt something dashed in across her and hit her, made her tumbled down. She felt pain at her left upper arm when she freshly scratch marked on it, which was not there before. Could it be…..?

 

 

It was not long when a dark figure was suddenly in front of her and charged to her into oblivion. Then……

 

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Peta woke up and sat up straight so sudden. She breathed heavily and sweated a lot. Typical nightmare. Not long after that, sound of alarm clock on her phone had gone off, showed 6:30am. Well, that should be enough. She got up calmly form her bed and to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. She wore only singlet and panties. She was not into turning on air conditioner while sleeping.

 

 

After she done showering, she dressed up in tracksuit, with her hair in bun. She went to the kitchen to cook some omelette and warm chocolate drink. After she done, she put the plates and other used utensils in the sink, she can always wash it later after her jog. Her sink is so clean with no mold whatsoever. She’s a bit OCD when it comes to cleaning. She turned on the faucet to wet the plate for a while and took a glass of water. After she drank it, she left it in the sink and hurried to the front door.

 

 

Peta rummaged her pocket to check her phone, earpieces, a little money and apartment key. She then took a pair of socks from other pocket and put it on, and her running shoes.

 

 

She went out from the apartment room and locked the door when she was greeted by her neighbour, Ida Coniglio, Italian businesswoman, who lived there for almost ten years, and so she had been told.

 

 

“Going for early morning jogging, I see.” Ida cheered. Her Italian accent still stick in her.

 

 

Peta smiled. “Yeah. See you madam.”

 

 

She walked down the stairs from fourth level. She could use the elevator but she’s trying to be fit. Well, she did looked fit. Talk about maintaining the body shape.

 

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She jogged on the pavilion, alongside the beautiful brown beach sand and reflecting sea. The music in her ears was also relaxing. She had been doing this for two years ever since she got a job as the waitress in The Bar With No Name.

 

 

There were people walking and jogging passed by her. At some point, she stopped at the stall where they sell various of drinks such as energy drive, isotonic and mineral water. She chose mineral water to hydrate herself and continued jogged back to her apartment.

 

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She got back to her apartment, that looked modernized with white and dark grey painting and went to her porch where she stood there, taking in the breeze from the ocean. She would called this natural cooldown after jog, because why not?

 

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After some time, she done with her shower and headed back to the kitchen to cook some lunch for her. She preheated the oven while she prepped the chicken breast that she took out from the freezer earlier before she went to jog. She prepared the ingredient to make baked chicken breast. Again with the staying fit thingy.

 

 

When it was done, she ate her lunch on her small dining table, which fit for four people at least. After she finished her lunch, she proceeded to wash her dishes and put it on the drying rack. She took out an apple from the fruit basket and settled down on her couch in front of the television. She watched some lifestyle channel before changing to movie channel while eating her apple.

 

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The clock showed it’s 6:00pm. One hour to go before going to work. She cleaned herself and changed to her bar outfit. Black shirt with rolled sleeves, tucked in the loosely tight black skirt just over her knee. She took her phone that has been charging to almost full and put it in her scarlet red sling bag. She wore her shoes and made her way out from her apartment to lock the door. She walked down the stairs and dashed to her car situated at the parking lot, exclusively for the tenants of the apartment.

 

 

She unlocked her Chevy Camaro 1967 and climbed in the car. She started the engine and leave it heated up. She put her slingback at the passenger seat and shifted the gear to R. She turned her steering wheel and shifted the gear again to first speed.

 

 

She made her way to the street drive to the bar for 20 minutes. She always go the her workplace earlier than expected. You know what they say, Time is Money.

 

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The Bar With No Name always opened at night for their customers to lounge around. The design is so modern and futuristic, with the candle disk on the table. What is so special about this bar is that only executives, nouveaux riches and high ranker can only enter this premise. For the low life, better stay away and find other bar. Wanna know why? The alcoholic drinks here are so expensive and branded that the price is high. Only the wealthy can afford. But still, it is jam packed with people.  

 

 

Two guards secured the front entrance; Saal and Groot. They are the strongest and they have to control the flow of the people coming in and out. There’s one time, someone order a drink that was out of his budget. At first, he didn’t know but when the bill came out, he was just froze and passed out. By the time he woken up, he found himself near the garbage bin.  

 

 

There are two shifts for the workers. First shift will be from 7:00pm until 11pm. Second shift will be from 11pm until 4:00am. Peta always choose the first shift. Reason: Unknown. Maybe it’s better this way.

 

Dark Modern Bar

 

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She arrived at the bar and parked right behind it. She took her sling bag, got out the car to lock it down and walked straight to the backdoor. She greeted the two guards, Melvin Castaneda and Bryan Davidson, the tall and buff men who secured the place. She went to the kitchen area to greet the Spanish chef, Rogelio Garbajosa a.k.a Rogel.

 

 

“Rogel, have you seen boss today?” Rhomann Dey. He’s their boss and the owner of the bar. Quite friendly that if you ask them.

 

 

He turned around from preparing peanuts for the customers. “He left just now. Why?”

 

 

Peta shook her head. “Nothing.”

 

 

Then, she went to the time punch clock and took her card to punch it. She had to make sure she punched it on time.

 

 

Not soon after, her best friend, Gamora Carillo, in the same outfit same as Peta, went in through the backdoor and joined her. She took her card and punched it in.

 

 

“Hey girl.” Gamora called Peta and hugged her from the back.

 

 

Peta could only laughed when her back being patted and went to the office room with Gamora to put their bags. Then, they exited from the room, bringing their apron and tied it around their waist. It’s their shift now.

 

 

They began their work. Each tasks. Greet customers. Take order. Serving order. Refill. Wipe the table for the new customer. Entertain them but make sure they don’t go overboard. Say “Thank You” to the customers when they leave the bar.

 

 

That’s how their routine goes.

 

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10:00pm and the place is hella crowded. All the chattering, laughter. The clattering of the glass. Music playing aloud from the speaker. Peta became more busier. She had to quickly clean the table as soon as some customers leave the premise. She even had to entertain others who wanna talk to her. Well, cannot blame her friendliness tho. She loved to mingle with her customers, especially the regular ones. She even know their favourite drinks. That would do her job an ease. Same old routine. But she is so close to be entitled as Employee of the Year. The current record is by Rocket, the waiter who loves to entertain the lady, for the sake of tip money. Like come on, that guy has this wide, cheeky smile and wavy hair.

 

 

At the one corner of the bar, a figure of tall guy, slick combed black hair in white shirt and black leather motorcycle jacket watched Peta from afar. He sat on the corner of the leather seat with the table in front of him. Looks like he's alone there. Those pair of golden brown eyes looked attentively at the said waitress as she walked towards him.

 

Leather seat for numerous crowd 

 

“Sir, is there anything we can help with?” Peta smiled at the man. But all she got is a cold, dead stare. “Sir?”

 

 

She haven’t seen this man before. Well, another new customer.

 

 

The man opened his mouth. Suddenly, the air feel chilly. The air conditioners are switched on, but it didn’t feel cold as this. The pair of the golden brown eyes fixed intensively on her’s.

 

 

“I would like to get to know you.”

 

 

Okay, what?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stay tuned~ (^_^)v