Could this be a sign?

Hillary's POV

Whore. Wow. I was just called a whore. That fucking Travis isn't aware I'm just a virgin. Fine, I'll show him who's the whore. I took a deep breath and stopped right in front of the restaurant in front of me.

‘Show him who's the whore?’

The words banged on my head repeatedly. It's not like I'm going to see him again. That was the last. I just needed to check if they're hiring here.

It wasn't bad at all. But towering. I pushed the door and found my way to the counter where a young lady stared at me.

“Hi. Hello.” My lips widened and I was beaming too fast.

“What do you want?” Her voice and eyes, pale, like she was bored communicating with me.

“Well, I'd like to work here.” My voice went very low. “ If you're ready to hire. I can clean well okay?. I'm never late and …..”

“Talk to our manager.” Her hands pointed towards a woman standing by the door talking to people who seemed like they were also waitresses.

“Um…..” I groaned with a speck of nervousness.

“What?”

“Nothing.” I replied. “Thanks anyways.” I walked towards the woman I supposed was in her mid fifties. Glasses stood by the bridge of her nose.

“Yes?” She started talking to me after she finished her phone call.

“Hi ma'am. Please I need a job as a waitress here. My name is Hillary Highman and I would really love to know if you're hiring and if there's any vacant space left for me but I promise to be good and punctual and I also need you to know that I clean extra well, scrub, a little bit of……”

“ Where do you stay, Hillary?”

“Um, well, down below, the Lakers Avenue.”

“Good. You're hired.”

“Wait, what? I'm hired. Seriously.?”

“Mh-hm.” Her steps carried her forward while I trailed behind.

“Come early everyday by 8 o'clock and Candice would tell you what to do. Our average salary is $70.”

“Thank you so much.” I squealed in happiness. Candice must be the girl I tried to converse with earlier.

“So can I start now.”

Gosh, I was being too eager. If there was a Guinness world record for messy workaholic girl? Give me the award please.

“I think tomorrow will be very convenient. For now, give Candice your details so she can reach you. We'll set up your apron by tomorrow.”

“Thank you so much ma'am. I'm really grateful for this opportunity.” I smiled and she walked away briskly. My eyes darted to Candice and I ran to her.

I left the restaurant an hour later and met very unfriendly weather outside. It was evening but yet the clouds turned pitch black and suddenly, without warning, the rain unleashed and I was fucking drenched.

“What the fuck?” I panicked. No where for shelter and I started running to one. My phone was firmly grasped in my hands inside my clothes. I didn't realize a car was coming and before I could avoid the car, it roughly held its brake and I fell to the ground.

Fuck. My ankles. I winced and grimaced in extreme pain. The rain had completely soaked me up.

“Are you okay?” The person, a male rushed out.

“Argh.” I tried to cry but I couldn't. My ankle was at a limited mobility.

“I'm really sorry, I should take you to the hospital.”

That was just the last words before It blacked out.

I woke up seeing myself on a bed. My eyes were kinda heavy and I couldn't help but wonder why I was in a place full of white lights and beeping sounds. Oh my gosh. Did I go unconscious because the last thing I remembered was, the rain, the fall. My ankles. Oh my. Oh dear. My ankles.

I stretched from my laying position to check my ankle. My breaths were coming In loud and deep.

“I need you to calm down please, I rushed you to the hospital because I almost ran you over.”

A bandage was wrapped over the swollen area__i suppose.

“Ohh.” I took a deep breath. At least I wasn't dead.

“Sorry for the inconveniences.” The man in front of me apologized. At least he showed his sympathy. I wouldn't want to flop on my first day of work which was tomorrow all because of some dumb twisted ankle.

I noticed a Doctor walking in. “ Oh she's awake.”

“I'm I going to be okay?”

I asked, asking no one in particular.

“Sure, this is minor. Try to Walk.” The doctor's response was cordial and I did as told. The pain had actually subsided.

“Thank you sir for your help. I need to go home.”

“ Excuse me, I need to make an important call.” His voice was pleading and I nodded. With his dressing code, I could tell he was working for a company or something.

I sat back leaning on the pillow. Absent minded while his call felt like muffling sounds but I opened my ears to randomly eavesdrop on his conversation.

“ What do you mean we're lagging? Well of course we are, but all the results shown to the boss, he finds them basically stupefying.”

He paused.

“No one is putting in the effort or giving him what he wants. Even the new assistant. Look, you should know how important this project is to him. We have less than a week to bring up a good idea or we could lose the fucking money in front of us. This event planning is something huge.”

Event planning. Hmm. Well that's none of my business. I rolled my eyes nursing over the bandaged ankle.

Wait. This is actually my passion. Something I liked. What would this man think of me if I just tried to tell him I can help.

Oh shit up Hillary, who needs a broke ass bitch like you. He would definitely work it out.

“Bye.” I heard him as he hung up. A look of stress and demotivation showed on his face.

He went to the Doctor to pay the bills and walked back to me.

“ I'm really sorry. We can go now. Well, I'll drop you off. Where do you stay?”

“ Lakers Avenue.” I replied and followed him. I could place my foot on the floor and walk perfectly. Perfect.

We got outside the building and it took me a whole bunch, no. Loads of confidence to pull up on whatever I was trying to do.

“I'm sorry sir, but can I help?” There goes my tiny voice.

“What?”

Did I make the right choice?

“Um, I really don't mean to be rude or meddle in your private affairs but I heard you over the phone…… pressing about an event. I'm really good at fields like that. Innovation and….” I stopped.

“I'm sorry?”

I knew that look. It was bad. It was more of, ‘Don't you know how to mind your business?’

Maybe I shouldn't have said that. I was stupid. “ I'm sorry, don't mind me.”

That followed with a very awkward silence till he broke it.

“What skills do you have?”

Holy Moly.

“Huh?”

“ Skills? What do you know? How do you manage venue scouting and event concept.?” He asked.

“ I can do it.” I boldly replied. Though, I didn't directly answer his question.

“If I may ask? What are you working on?”

He sighed. He was Insecure and reluctant to talk. Of course, why give this information to someone that's technically a stranger.

“It's fine if you don't want to reveal. We can just go.” I shrugged.

“Actually, it's a vineyard wedding. Not your regular cheap weddings. This is something very extraordinary and if the client isn't satisfied with what they want, they might not work with my boss. You see, the outline of the project was rejected by them. They want something……I don't know? Magical.”

“Oh. Well, can I try? Please.”

“Do you have pictures of your work?”

“No.” I replied sadly. “Truth is I haven't worked for anyone but you can try me. You'll never know.”

“This is my business card.” He waved the card in front of me and I took it, smiling.

“Reach out to me.”

“Okay. Again. Thank you for the treatment sir.”

“ Thank you for not having a severe injury.” He opened his car door and I hopped in. I was dropped just at the street that led to Bridget's house.