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The Perfect Job : A Job Is Not My Dream Job

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i walked out of my apartment and took a cab to my job. it was the perfect job for me the hours fit my school days and weekends i could take on as many shifts as i wanted. being a waitress was awesome not my dream job but it was amazing. the owner Vinny and his wife Margret thought of me as their child and they where the only ordinary people that knew about my powers. i walked into the restaurant and marched back to the break room and threw on my apron over my uniform. vinny winked at me form inside the window that lead to the kitchen.
"finally decided to get out of bed alecia" he said. i rolled my eyes and waved him off playfully , i noticed that he had put up the picture of him and his brothers at arms form world war two. i smiled and got to work . as i shifted myself around after putting on a new batch of coffee, i heard the soccer team come in the held up jimmy green ( the schools top athlete). i was about to go serve them when somebody caught my waist.
" i knew you looked familiar " said a smooth voice whispered into my ear. the man turned me around tony had a huge smile on his face i could feel the blood rush to my face.
" go sit down i have to serve these guys then you " i teased , i took the teams orders and brought out a victory cake vinny had in one of the freezers. then went behind the counter in front of tony. he starred he grinned. then went back to looking at his hands " what can i get mr.stark " i asked
" just a coffee decaf " he said , i turned around and

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