I couldn''t think of any reason why Felicia would take up a part-time job except maybe to numb herself from the pain of our breakup by keeping busy.


    However, I felt a bit embarrassed to think like that.


    It made it seem like Felicia was so infatuated with me. She was nice to me, but it wasn''t like she was head over heels.


    Yet, she had taken the fall for me, even when she thought I had stolen the money. She must have really liked me.


    I scratched my head, feeling troubled.


    When I arrived at the restaurant, I sat down casually and scanned the staff for any sign of her. However, I still hadn''t seen her after a while.


    Just then, a waitress came over and asked how many people were with me and what I wanted to order. I randomly picked a few dishes, then casually asked, "Do you have a waitress named Felicia here?"


    "Felicia?" she asked, looking confused.


    After a brief pause, she shook her head. "Never heard of her."


    I couldn''t help but wonder if she didn''t get the job.


    I felt a knot form in my stomach. I pulled Felicia''s number out of my blocked contacts and dialed it.


    Yet, all I got was the voicemail telling me that her phone was off.


    An ominous feeling crept over me, and I began to worry. What Felicia was up to weighed on my mind. She wouldn''t do anything foolish, would she?


    The food arrived, but I had no appetite. I tried calling her several times, but her phone was still off.


    I took a deep breath. Just as I was about to grab my fork, I suddenly heard shouting from the corner of the restaurant.


    The noise was loud enough to catch everyone''s attention.


    I nced over, and in that instant, I froze.


    Felicia stood helplessly, facing an angry customer with a tray in her hands.


    I immediately got up and walked over.


    "What the hell are you doing? I told you to bring me water! Are you deaf or just that stupid? Is this how your restaurant operates? Get your manager now! You brought the wrong dish and can''t even pour water. If it weren''t for my guests, I''d make you regret ever being born! Get out of my sight, you idiot!"


    As I walked over, I saw a man with dyed yellow hair and a thick gold chain around his neck pick up a ss of water from the table and fling it at Felicia.


    Felicia stood frozen, letting the water ssh onto her. As it hit her, she let out a muffled gasp from the burn.


    "Felicia!"


    I rushed over, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her behind me. I reached up to touch her face. It was burning hot from the scalding water.


    I quickly wiped her face dry with my hand. Spotting a ss of ice water on the table, I pressed it against her cheek to cool the burn. If her face was scarred, it could ruin her life forever.


    Felicia stared at me in shock. "What are you doing here?"


    I was fuming. "Why do you think I''m here? I came to find you!"


    Her face flushed. "You..."


    At that moment, the manager and a few waiters rushed over. Upon seeing the customer, he immediately bowed and apologized. "I''m terribly sorry, Mr. Fisher. She''s new and doesn''t know the rules. I apologize for making you upset."


    He then turned and shot a furious re at Felicia.


    "What''s wrong with you? You can''t even handle something as simple as serving food and pouring water? What use are you? Get out of here! You''re fired!"


    Before he could finish, Bob Fisher stood up and pped the manager across the face.


    "Did I say she could leave? She made a mistake and pissed me off, so she owes me a proper apology. Do you think she can just walk away? Not a chance!"