Sorry

Diane

My eyes are heavy as always as I open the restaurant door lazily. I should be used to over-stressing myself from work already. My head suddenly feels heavy and I feel like I am going to pass out. 

"Oh my, I'm so sorry" I continuously apologize to him, with my gaze fixed on his half-ruined white shirt from my lipstick on it. How could I have fallen into someone without noticing?

"I'm so sorry," I say again before raising my head. His dark hair. His caramel eyes, his face. He looks so perfect and very familiar. But his frown is like he is going to murder me. 

"Seriously? Sorry, you say. How the hell am I going to fix this shit on my shirt?" He questions referring to the lipstick stuff on his shirt. 

"Uhh. I could. Uhh. Pay for laundry" I stutter jumbled. 

"Yh, that would be great, we would have been on the same wavelength if you weren't too dumb to think I would look like a maniac wearing only a jacket on the street" he takes a few steps closer and looks at me annoyed and he turns to another guy beside him and he seems to await a reply from the other guy.

"I know this shirt is your favorite but It's nothing to fuss over Danny since she is going to pay for your laundry, I think I've got a few shirts in my car you can use one of them just for this evening before getting a new one," the cute guy says. The guy doesn't seem to calm down and it annoys me.

"I just said, I'm sorry and I am going to pay for the laundry, so what's with all the fuse, or would you rather have me get you another shirt or better still take back what just happened?" I ask, pouring out all my anger and I appear to worsen the whole situation. Perfect vicious circle.

He seems to get even angrier and he paces around annoyed. The cutie with him tries to calm him down while I watch the whole drama unfold. He suddenly points a finger at me attempting to say something, but he holds it back and they both make for the door. Even with the way he walks there is something about this guy that tells me he is familiar.

Some lady rushes to us… Mr. Fury with a wipe in her hands and he takes it from her harshly. Instead of some other reaction, she gets worried.

"We're so sorry Mr. Danny, so sorry," she says to Mr. Fury.

"So sorry sir Andrew," she says to the other cutie. They both ignore her and Mr fury storms out of the restaurant and cutie follows. 

"You are very fearless talking to Danny Seth in that manner" she shakes her head and walks away. Danny Seth? Who is that supposed to be? He just looks familiar on his face. I don't think I've had anything to do with anybody with such a name.

 I just walk out of the restaurant, losing my appetite. I'm still very hungry, I'll probably just make noodles so I don't die hungry. I walk out of the restaurant trying to keep my cool. I see Mr. Fury and his friend entering a blue Maserati, with Mr. Fury on the driver's side. I run in their direction so I can catch up before the car zooms. 

"May I have the shirt?" I ask, stretching my hand to receive it. Danny harshly puts it in my palm. He is on another white shirt. 

"You are so glad, you got my attention," Mr. Fury says smiling. "So tell me what do you want, a picture or money?" He asks and I turn to him dumb. Money, picture? How does that make sense? They don't even relate. Who the hell is this?

"You don't think it would be better if I just walked away and nothing happened?" I reply calmly.

"I would have preferred if you replaced this shirt for me, but I can't get rid of this one," Mr fury says and I open my mouth to speak.

"Let's just go already Danny, she says she'll get the shirt fixed," cutie says and he looks at me and gives me his phone, I glare at him before collecting it. I look closely before realizing he is asking for my phone number. I smile sheepishly and type my phone number on it and give him back his phone. The Danny guy glares at me one last time in anger before zooming off. I stare at the moving car in frustration and continue walking home.

I'm going gto prepare noodles since I couldn't get any food from the restaurant. I turn on the cookstove and start cooking. I stand there motionless, thinking about the whole thing.

"Baby girl" Avery slapped my ass dragging me out of my land of thoughts. She is wearing a Black leather sleeveless gown, exposing her killer curves, and boots. Her hair is dyed pink, and no Avery never dyed her hair, it sure has to be a wig and a pink purse. Her obsession with pink is something else.

"When did you get in?" I blurt. Then the question came to my head. It's barely five minutes since I entered the kitchen, so when did Avery get in I didn't notice.

"You were probably so busy mopping your head from a crazy day, I just got in though, and…..am leaving, I got a party to attend, I heard there is this rich guy coming uhhhhhmm, what's his name??" She hits her forehead lightly.

"I can't remember, I think you should come, you could get a super wealthy boyfriend and resign from that crazy ass stylist job of yours," she says her voice sounding like she is begging.

"Nah, maybe next time, I am so exhausted right now" I reply and she scowls.

"Yeah, as always, but this is the last time you are going to decline, am going to fucking force you out next Friday" she replies and walks out.

Avery….I love her so much, she's been there from the onset, from the time when father left. I eat slowly and text her.

*How is the party bitch* I text and she replies almost immediately. *fun, I fucking got his attention, won't come back home tonight ilysm* she informs me.

This bitch is becoming too much of a slut, I giggled and stared at the ceiling for a while….

…….

"Diane, fucking wake up already" Avery is half yelling. I open my eyes slowly. She had probably been trying to wake me up or waiting for me to wake up.

"What? it's Saturday"I whine. I am still sleepy and it's so annoying how she is waking me up so early.

" just fucking wake up already, I've got good news" her voice is full of excitement.

"We could talk about it later," I reply. The whole waking me up this early is annoying me already and she isn't giving up. She slaps my naked butt several times before I finally give up and sit up.

"You almost ruined my mood and the whole exciting news" she mutters, stretching her hand to me. It's a cup of tea.

I take the tea and drink slowly. Avery is probably being too nice and it makes me think her news must be intriguing.

"I got a better job for you and all of this" she spreads out bundles of money on the bed. That's dexterous, how did I not see that cash?

My eyes darted from Avery to the money. I am beyond astounded. Avery always brought home money from her numerous outings, but she never brought home so much.

"Holy Moly, who the hell is he?" My mouth is half open in shock.

 "I think I have only heard about him a few times. His name is Seth uhh. I can't remember though, but I've heard about his companies and stuff more than him. They say he prefers to keep his profile low, weird isn't it" she pauses.

"Stop all of this drama, your looks are crazy. We've both seen wealthy guys and we've had a lot of their money… I mean I've collected. Whatever, dress up, and let's go check out where you'll be working, aren't you excited?" she stands up

"Of course I'm, it's just a little too exciting and confusing" I admit 

"But there's a little problem though before I can accept any job I've to get Mrs. Hopper to sign some fucking resignation letters, what job is it anyway?" 

"Why? you could drop the resignation letter on her table and cuss at her for almost murdering you and you're done" just how I wish it could be so easy. 

In the middle of the conversation, my phone beeps, and I frown after looking at the screen. 

Mother fucker!