(Trudy)
I just stormed out of my kitchen to see 'him' standing there in front of the counter
"Trudy's, what can I help you with?" I passive-aggressively asked
"We need to talk," he said
"Sorry, that's not on the menu," I said
"Then I want to speak with the owner" he sighed
"Speak," I said rolling my eyes a bit
"In private" he added before we walked out of the restaurant not missing the customers' gazes as we walked out
"What do you want?" I asked when we reached the alley
"You need to stop," he said
"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about," I said
"You know what I mean. Stop messing with me in the morning; I have work to do and you're consistently making me late. How do you think that makes me look"
"How you look?" I scoffed
"Do you have any idea how you made me look...and that's on video. Haven't you seen my bakery? It's practically barren. Do you have any idea what people are saying about me.... because of you" I said angrily
