Working at Beach City Grill was honestly a fucking blast, especially with Priestly being on the grill with his funky t shirts and crazy hair.

Santa Cruz was also very beautiful, you and the other employees were very close-knit, after work sometimes you’d go to the pier and just relax… Enjoying each others company. It was nice, calming.

More often than not you’d just get one of those customers that come in who are clearly not having a good day and decide to take it out on someone who just gets paid minimum wage… But it wasn’t about that, it was about the fun everyone had together. Piper, Jen, Priestly, Trucker and you… Unstoppable.

You were the pretty face of the group, of course. Guys always asking you for your number or asking to take you home after your shift. Sometimes you just wanted to toy with them and completely ghost them. They were douchebags anyway.

One day, however… A customer did get your attention. He was fairly attractive so you pulled your batting of the eyelashes and twirling of the hair.

“So who’s the guy?” The dick asked, nodding towards Priestly. The second Priestlys name exited your mouth, he widened his eyes and nodded sort of mockingly. “Oh, the freak.”

Priestly was just peacefully cooking away, unaware of the fucking asshole who just called him a freak.. Thank God.