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Jason was eventually blacked out on the couch, snoring and awaiting the hangover that usually followed the next day. It wasn't ever as bad as it used to be because he got drunk often. Jason's cat slept peacefully on top of him, moving up and down in time to his chest rising and falling with every breath [snore]. |
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Esme got herself cleaned up and ready for her next job. That night, she got back at 9, exhausted from running around taking orders and handing out food, she practically collapsed into bed. The next morning, she woke getting up, showering and heading down the street for her shift at the cafe. |
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Jason woke up with a grunt, scaring his cat awake. He stood up and took some medicine, his handover not being all that bad. Jason made his way down to the cafe, seeing the lady out front sweeping as she walked in, door bells jingling softly. He went and chose a table, waiting for a waitress to come. |
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Esme got there, tossing on her apron and going to take orders. "Hello, what can I get you today, sir?" |
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Jaden perked up softly at the sight of the woman infront of him. "Coffee and a water, plain black, and a southern omlette, please." She stated, folding up the menu and sliding it across the table to hand back to her. "I think I remember you. Esme, is it? I bumped into you last time." He mused, bobbing his right leg up and down. |
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She nodded along, writing things down on the little pad of paper in her hand. "Yeah, I'm so sorry about that, sir," she said, cheek flaring a bright pink in embarrassment. "But, I'll get your order started for you right away," she hummed, walking away to the kitchen before going back out to the other customers. |
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Jason continued to bob his right leg up and down in rythym. He watched the gal retreat back into the kitchen, opening his phone with a click as he doomscrolled, waiting for his coffee. |
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She came back, delivering his coffee and water. "Here's your coffee, sir. Ypur omelet should be right out, anything else i can get you?" |
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Jason snapped his attention to her. "Nope. Thanks." He murmured. He was thinking. He had an open job for a housemaid for his mansion, and this gal seemed fit for the job. He had a hunch she'd appreciate the pay, too. It was at least twice this job plus housing and food, etc. He wrote some details on a card as he finished his meal, his omlette arriving, and left a 20 buck tip on the table with the card, hoping she'd accept the offer. Jason smiled at her and walked out. |
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Later that night she called the number on the card to accept the job. |
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