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I used to work at a restaurant. It was a small family run place, emphasis on the small. The entire kitchen had enough room for an oven, 2 electric smokers, a 3 bowl dishwasher sink, and a food prep sink. After we carved out space for the dry storage, there was hardly enough room for the 3 employees typically working at any given one time.
One night, I was closing with a pair of younger employees. One of them was closer to my age, let’s call her Terri. The other was a high schooler looking to pick up a few extra bucks working a shift or two a week. Our boss, the owner, typically worked in the office that was downstairs, under the kitchen.
Terri was a friend of my sisters, we had known eachother for a while but didn’t really know eachother. Growing up, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to her. And who wouldn’t be? She was and had always been lean and athletic, waves of brown hair flowed down past her shoulders with a small streak of blonde in her bangs. She was also petite, maybe 5′ or 5′-1″ she had a few tattoos (my ultimate weakness) filled with vibrant colors that never failed to capture my attention.