"i'll be right back with your sandwich, sorry--" micah apologized to waylon, the hint of a warm smile at the corner of their lips. "today is a madhouse." and they were right, as it was one of the busiest days of the week and time of day in that moment at their small corner diner. "hey, hot waitress!" a man a bit older than them, but younger than waylon called out from the side, "you gonna get me my food any time soon?" micah hesitated slightly, glancing at waylon and then looking back at the man, "one second!" they called, giving an apologetic look to waylon and then disappearing into the back into the kitchen.
they came out a moment later, making a beeline to the angry customer. "it's about time," the man announced, slapping micah's ass as they bent over to set down the food. micah's back straightened immediately, eyes wide as they tried to process what was happening. seeing their expression, he laughed. “don’t take things so seriously, doll,” he showed off in front of the other men at the table, who were snickering. he slid a ten dollar bill into micah’s apron suggestively, using the opportunity to feel up the side of their hip, “let me know if you wanna have a little fun out back after your shift.” the unwanted touch, on top of the pet names being thrown like grenades, made micah’s entire body go cold and tense. snapping out of the fear that was overcoming them, the femme jerked back from him with unusual rigidness. “that isn’t funny,” micah said simply, quietly, but with a hitch in their voice that the men at the table found hilarious. their snickers developed into full-on laughter as micah took the money out from their pocket and threw it back down on the table like it burned their hands. “as if it’s not the best thing that would happen to her all day!’ the man howled, looking at them. “miss, if you’re not gonna give me what i’m asking for, why are you even a waitress?”
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