Compared to having been slapped in the face, the rest of Marley’s day had passed rather unceremoniously. It was rather easy to ignore the stares that fell to the welt on her cheek, distracting her customer’s with a smile and some flirting, maybe a brief hand on their shoulder. Nobody, thankfully, asked her about it, and even if they weren’t fooled by her distracting, they pretended if they were. Having been asked to deliver table three’s drink to them, Marley made her way over to it, glancing down to identify what it was she was carrying before looking back up with a smile. “I’ve got one--” Her eyes suddenly widened in surprise, a shocked grin finding it’s way to her face, despite the soreness that spread in her cheek as a result. “...Bishop Martinez, as I live and breathe..." She shook her head in disbelief, placing his drink down on the table in front of him. A man she hadn’t thought about in years, but a man she was nothing but happy to see.
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