Strings of Fate

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Strings of Fate

Cam 30- Phones and photos

I wake up early and after a quick shower, try to decide what to wear to work today. I have my

usual selection of work outfits. (Benefits of being the boss, no uniform!) but I sort of want to put in a little extra effort today. I get dressed in a cute pair of black jeans and a maroon top that is cut in a really flattering way. It’s not until I’m pulling a brush through my hair that I consider WHY I feel like dressing up today. It’s not… for Harry… is it? I frown and reassess my clothing selection. Does it matter if it is for him or not? If I turn up to work dressed up the day after I’ve agreed to go out with him he’s going to believe I did it for him, regardless of if it’s true or not. I’m not even sure if it IS true or not. Then again, if I’m trying to sell this couple thing to Simon and my family, shouldn’t it look like I’m making an effort? I smile to myself, satisfied with the argument. I’m not dressing for a guy, because I wouldn’t do something like that. I’m dressing for the sake of selling this story in order to regain my freedom from my overbearing family and stalkerish wannabe husband. With my mind made

up, I take the time to carefully draw on some eyeliner and add mascara which makes my

green eyes really stand out. I then add a dark red lipstick that very nearly matches the top I’m wearing. I stick to my most comfortable boots though. No heels while working the bar. It would just be asking for painful feet and accidents that would be perfectly avoidable if I wasn’t practically on stilts. Cora sometimes chooses to wear heels at work but that’s her prerogative. She insists her tips are better when she wears them. But she also chooses to wear them mostly on nights when we’re expecting big crowds, so it might be a case of correlation, not causation. Still, she is free to do as she likes as long as the shoes are closed toe (for safety

reasons).

occur to me

I am more than halfway to work when it occurs to me to actually check the time. Oh…. I’ve

hours earlier than I needed to. Why did it not

disappointing. I continue walking towards work but at a much slower pace. It’s not until I reach what I would consider to be a ‘shopping district‘ that I actually find something to do with my extra time. I know I’m not as wealthy as I used to be, I put all my

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Phones and photos

make myself a coffee. We have a pretty decent coffee machine for a bar but you should never underestimate how useful it is to be able to give some drunk idiot a coffee to help them sober up. If I’m feeling really generous I might even mix in a sober up potion, but I save those for special occasions. Generally if someone is out drinking it’s because they don’t WANT to be sober and I’m not going to ruin it for them. I save it for the ones who have just

usually comes by in the morning and does prep work then leaves and comes back. I pay him well for his weird split shifts but he insists he doesn’t really.mind because it gives him a bit of freedom with his day. He has to be here in the evenings to cook, but he can prep stuff whenever he wants. The kitchen closes at nine thirty and I run the bar til late, so I’m rarely around while he’s getting ready. I wave to him

a few weekdays when it’s quieter so that I

books.

work a lot of hours right now because most people

complain.

person to arrive, walking in confidently less than a minute after the bar

greets me

more bothered when I give him something decent at this point, so terrible drinks it is. It’s mostly just a habit at this point. I guess it is fun making drinks I don’t get to make often, although why people created such vile drinks in the first place, I will never know. As I drop off his drink

so I pull out my phone. Ah damn it, I have about five messages. Not wanting to deal with it, I just drop my phone on the bar, face down. I normally wouldn’t leave it

He raises

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