You took a table for a waitress who went home sick. You look up when you hear a familiar voice. Your ex: "Well, well, look who it is. Are you stalking me now?" He laughs. Calvin overhears the conversation, and his eyes narrow as your ex puts you down. He drops his plate of food, making you gasp. "Clean this up. It's your job, isn't it, waitress?" Calvin stands up and pulls you close. "Sweetheart, a beautiful girl like you shouldn't be serving low class trash." Your ex stands up, furious.
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