"Your work will be to clean the tables before another customer occupies the space that implies that you have to stay close every time to do your job, you could stay with Laura there as she does her work." The manager said and turned to leave then turned back to Greta again after remembering something.

"And for heaven's sake be careful with that bump there, I don't want anything happening under my care understood?" He turned away not waiting for a reply.

"Rude!" Greta commented and earned a chuckle from the cashier who she guessed to be Laura. She smiled at Greta who returned with a bigger one.

"You'll get used to it." Greta shuddered, the idea of getting used to something like that didn't sound too appealing but she didn't have a choice.

"Come take a seat," she called, eying Greta's baby bump. "Don't worry, your job is the least tasking here, you're one lucky woman." She added.

"Guess he gave me the job cause I'm pregnant." Laura shook her head no. "He wouldn't have given you because of that, Ronda is in her third trimester and he still lets her clean the fucking floor." She said it with so much disgust, Greta thought they were friends.

"Well huh that sucks. I'll take my seat now." She walked over to Laura behind the bar and took her seat.

"You know, you and Ronda have similar stories." Laura piped. Greta blinked and turned a questioning look at her. "What story?" There was a slight irritation in her reply and Laura noticed.

"You know.. her baby's father was also quite useless, the only thing he does is drink and he didn't even want the baby so I just assumed your stories are the same or similar." She wasn't quite sure of herself with the murderous look Greta was giving her.

"How can you just assume my baby's father is useless? Why don't you mind your business? And for your information, he isn't useless and I'm working because I want to not because he made me." She then turned her back effectively ending the discussion.

She heard Laura mumble a 'whatever' but chose to ignore it.

Soon enough, customers started to come in and leave. Turns out that the place was always busy and it was more stressful than she originally thought. Cleaning the floor sounded better than what she was tasked with. She groaned and picked up the cloth when another customer left leaving behind the drink splashed on the table and crumbs of whatever he ate scattered around the table.

"Stupid people with no table manners, she grumbled.

***

She stood in front of the bar with the other employees waiting for the manager to come, here they were paid daily and that was what she admired about the place. 'Monsieur Francois' as he asked them to call him stood in front of them with a smug look, it was as if he enjoyed making them wait. She rolled her eyes internally and saw the others watch him with bored expressions. They were used to it.

He started handing out the money which he had packed into an almost flat brown paper, he asked the position they held before handing them the money for their job and watching them scurry away.

There were only eight of them and she was the last to be attended to right after the other pregnant woman who she guessed to be Ronda. She was petite with auburn hair which fell past her buttocks and hazel eyes. She was very pretty and Greta found herself pitying her, even beyond the pretty face she could read fatigue. She looked too young to be in a situation like this. Probably nineteen.

"Ronda try not to puke every where all the time, it's irritating. Maybe you should stay at home till you put to bed or something." He says with an annoyed look, eying her protruding belly.

Ronda was shaking her head before he finished looking ready to cry. Greta spoke before she knew what she was doing.

"You know it's quite normal for her condition try to more understanding." She said scowling at him to which he rolled his eyes and handed out a 20 dollars and depositing it in her hands and turning his back to them.

"Good bye preggies." He called and chuckled at his own dry joke. They both watch him walk into his office and slam the door as he went in.

"I'm Ronda." The girl beside her said, calling her attention.

"I know." Her eyes widened, she didn't think Ronda would like to hear that she knows all her story which should be a secret but has been stripped by inconsiderate Laura.

"Laura." She said as if she already read Greta's mind and knew about all there interactions. "What did she tell you?"

Greta felt reluctant to say it but did anyways. "She said that your baby father was quite useless, the only thing he does is drink and that he didn't want the baby so I just assumed your stories are the same or similar." She cringed but to her surprise Ronda just started laughing as if she just finished telling a joke.

"Did she lie?" Greta asked.

Ronda calmed herself and placed a hand on her stomach. "No, well not exactly." She trailed. Greta watched closely to detect any changes in her emotions but there was none. She'd probably learnt how to keep her face devoid of emotions.

"You don't have to tell me though in fact you shouldn't. You don't even know me." It was then she remembered that she hasn't introduced herself properly.

"I'm Greta." Ronda nodded mouthing the name and smiling.

The bang of a door made them both jump, monsieur Francois resting against his door frame and glaring at them. "And why are you two still here? To discus motherhood? At this young age you can't keep your legs closed and also can't keep your mouth shu.."

"What the hell is your problem?! You can't just come here and wet us with your disgusting saliva just because we're working under you. And who knows? Maybe you're so angry at our state because of you're infertile and will never get a woman in our states and for your information I'm 26 and perfectly capable of having a family of my own." Greta barked then grabbed Ronda's arm and pull her out of the place.

Ronda had an amusing look on and they both turned to see the manager's look of surprise which morphed into anger and he watched them look back at him. Soon he was slapping his door and they both broke into giggles holding their lips as they calmed down.

"You're 26?" Ronda asked and Greta nodded.

"I thought you were like 20 or 21 at most." Greta smiled at her.

"I'm 24." Her eyes widened.

"Oh my God I thought you were 19." She covered her face now feeling embarrassed. Ronda laughed.

"I've heard worse, most people think I'm 17."  They both laughed at that.

"You're beautiful." Greta was taken aback by the comment. "Your green eyes they're perfect."

"Look who's talking." She jested pointing at her with an accusing look. "You look like a model even with the baby and I must say pregnancy looks good on you."

They joked around for a while and even exchanged numbers before saying their goodbyes and parting ways.