Working as a (waitress/waiter) was never an easy task. The pub you worked at was full of odd people who hardly knew how to keep their hands and comments to themself. Every shift you had to endure long grueling hours just to get paid hardly enough to scrape by, getting a good nights rest would be a miracle.

Today was no different from any other day, as you handed out the drinks to one of your tables, a sudden commotion started on the other side of the pub. Two men decided to duke it out over a game of cards. You look around for any form security before it escalated further, a bouncer, a cop, something. Unfortunately they were low staffed today, and you didn’t get paid enough to even consider trying to get in the middle of that.

Suddenly, trudging out of the kitchen was one of the cooks, heading towards the fight. You watch as he quickly broke up the fight, both of the men pausing when they caught sight of him. He leaned close and muttered something in a low voice to the two of them, before they scrambled out of the pub. Odd. You begin to wonder what the cook said that had frightened those two men so badly. You were about to go back to working when suddenly you saw what had freaked out the two.

You had never in your life seen a scar like that, the left side of his face seemed to be almost completely disfigured.

“You know it’s rude to stare.”

You snapped out of your trance, realizing that he had caught you staring.