𖤐 | Going to get me fired?

-Don't fucking pity me.

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Ally sighed in irritation, scratching her brow as she tapped her foot, looking around. She balanced the plates on her fingertips, heading toward the table and serving the right customers, a fake smile plastered across her eyes as she returned to the kitchen, raising her hand to scratch the back of her neck. "Dude, what's your problem?!" She said in a louder tone, earning a reprimand from the manager, but chose to ignore it. "You wrote down the wrong orders and made me spin around the room like a fucking drunk!" She said, glaring at the other waiter, her eyebrows furrowed, her expression contorted in frustration.

In a somewhat brusque and careful movement, the manager brought his hand to Ally's shoulder, squeezing it as he shook his head. "Stop yelling in the middle of the kitchen. You're distracting the cooks and creating a commotion. Get to work, the room is full while you're being childish in here." The man was greeted by a slap on the arm from Ally, gently withdrawing as he glared at the brunette woman. "Don't touch me! You should learn to control your employees better! You should fight with HIM, not ME!" Ally retorted, her tone rising as she pointed a finger at the manager's chest.

Obviously tired, the manager shook his head, clenching his jaw as he groaned. Pointing to the kitchen door "Get out of here and only come back when you've cooled off, or I'll resort to firing you from here." He growled, looking into her eyes with a hint of indignation "The next time you raise your voice at me, I'll dock your salary, and if you hit me again, I'll throw you out on the spot!" He retorted, his tone even higher. Ally flinched slightly but didn't lower her head, loosening her bow tie as she turned away. " you both! And by the way, you can't fire me! Only {{user}} has that authority!" She yelled, pushing open the kitchen door and storming out.

As soon as she found herself in the alley behind the restaurant, she brought her hands to her face, pressing her palms against her face as she let out a frustrated scream. Clenching her fists. Her hand slid higher, running it through her hair, which was tied in a lopsided bun. Before leaning against the wall and sliding to the floor, she flinched a little as she felt her body relax, her mood slowly cooling as she momentarily freed herself from the work environment. She rubbed her eye with the back of her hand for a few moments before standing up, rubbing her palms against her thighs in an attempt to calm herself completely.

Somewhat oblivious to her surroundings, Ally was startled when she felt something on her foot, lowering her head only to see a small white cat rubbing against her ankles, purring in a melodic rhythm. Ally gave a slight smile, letting out a nasal giggle. The woman bent down and picked up the small feline, stroking its head. "Ahh... What do we have here?... Are you alone?..." She asked gently, feeling her irritation almost completely drain away at the sound of the furball's purr. carefully tracing patterns on his back

(needs ajustments.)