Liam was finishing tidying some dishes. It was almost midday and now he was in one of his breaks along with two waiters and a waitress.

"I didn't want to come today," said the waitress tired, leaning her head on her hand.

"D'you want to go to other place when they close, my love?" Liam asked with a seductive voice while wrapping his arm around her workmate's shoulders.

"Stop caressing; you have a girlfriend," she said moving away from him and giggling.

"That's right. If Isabelle finds out again that you're chasing after your workmates...," Nick warned him.

"But Belle is not here, so I don't care. Besides, nobody has to find about anything," Liam interrupted smirking.

"Ok, but you have a girlfriend and end of story," said his workmate firmly. "Besides, you know the bosses don't like employees kissing one another."

Liam stopped insisting.

"Although we've not seen you after May," Ethan noted.

"I flirt and have sex with every woman, but I'm not stupid," Liam explained a bit nervous, tittering, "I don't want to lose my job for chasing after the owner's daughter."

"Yeah, her father can fire you, penalize you, I don't know," said the waitress.

"Don't either chase after my wife either," Nick warned him.

"I don't chase after married women either; besides, you and Frida are my friends. When was I into your wife?

In that moment, Natasha arrived entered the restaurant, and Liam smiled when he saw her.

"Let's change the topic: look who arrived."

His mates looked at her entering the place and making her way to the kitchen. Liam took the advantage of the fact that nor May nor her father was near in order to stand up and to go to bully Natasha.

"Stay here; leave her alone," Ethan asked him.

"I'm not gonna do anything to her." He approached the cook and started to walk by her side.

"No, Liam, please, no," Natasha pleaded him. She passed by the table where her mates were. "Hi, everybody."

"Hi, Natty," they greeted her in unison. She went on her way, and Liam kept walking by her side.

"And me? Don't you greet me?" asked Liam. She stopped.

"Hi, Liam," Natasha greeted him, being forced to it, then she kept on walking without paying him attention. But Liam did not leave her alone.

"You're late. Weren't you told off?

"It's 12 o'clock."

Liam stood in front of her, she managed to pass by him, but he blocked her way all the time.

"No. It's 12 and," he said looking at his wristwatch, "20 seconds. So, May should've said something to you. I mean, we're already opening, you're in charge of cooking, and people come hungry. There'll must be nobody yet, but fucking hurry, walk fast and go to help the other cooks and chef. Oh, and I don't know what Nigel will tell you. Maybe he fires you."

"Ok, so let me pass and stop slowing me down!" she yelled, being fed up.

"Low the pitch, you fucking bitch! Did you listen to me??"

May was tidying a tablecloth and heard them. She went to where they were arguing.

"Liam, stop it!" shouted May. Liam looked at her boss, stopped bullying her mate and left. "Now, you can go to the kitchen calmly, Natasha."

"Thanks." Natasha left and finally entered the kitchen. May was glaring at Liam although he did not notice this. He and the other employees went back to work.

People started to arrive, and the servers started to serve them.

Liam was now taking the ticket out of the machine and took it to a table. He charged the customers, they paid him and left. Then he saw May talking to her dad, which made him panic and tried to avoid the owner by going to another table where three people sat. Liam grabbed some menus from tablet next door and gave them to his customers. His boss was looking at every movement his employee was making.

"If he thinks he can avoid me, he's wrong. I'll talk to him right now," said Nigel very determined. "And you? Everything ok?"

"Yes."

The telephone rang.

"We'll keep on talking later." She picked up the phone, and her dad asked Frida to call Liam. He was taking the orders of the three guys that had sat some minutes ago.

"I'll bring you everything right away!" said politely. He took the menus and left. He bumped into her friend.

"Liam, Nigel is calling you," Frida told him.

"Huuh...I can't go now," he avoided her. He kept on walking, and she followed him.

"He will get angrier if you're late going. I'll serve those customers for you."

Her friend stopped.

"Ok." Liam accepted, seeing he had no other option. He gave her the notepad, and Frida went to the kitchen. Liam went to where his boss was and bent his head. "Sir, if it's because I was late...it was an accident, sorry."

"Look at me when I'm talking to you," he ordered him, and Liam did it. "Might be the last time."

"I'm sorry, it's just that...I fell asleep. That's all," he tried to apologize.

"Whatever. I'm forgiving you this time, but I'll pay you less month after month if you do this again. I'm clear, aren't I? Nigel warned him.

"Yes, sir."

"Go back to work."

His employee left and kept on working.

Hours later, the restaurant was closed, and everyone went home. Liam arrived his, told his family what happened and laid on the settee. In the evening, he was strolling with his girlfriend on the streets, and told her everything too.

"Did he tell you off very much?" asked Isabelle worryingly.

"He told me if I did it again, he would pay me less."

Both of them stopped. Isabelle started to caress him, and he smiled at her.

"My poor Liam, he was told off," Isabelle said with tenderness. They hugged each other.

"Thank you for making me feel better." He looked at her with tenderness, cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. "You and my family are the best I have."

"How are your brother and your mum?"

"They're ok," Liam said while caressing her hair, "and they also ask me how are you. You've not come home in a long time, and it's been a long time we haven't dated." Liam approached her a bit closer. "I missed you."

"It's just been a week we've not seen you, my love. But yes, I missed you too."

"I'm seeing you look beautiful as always," he said while giving her a cuddle. She kissed him.

"Aww, you're so tender. I love you very much, my love.

"I love you more, my little angel."

They both caressed and kissed each other. Then, they kept on walking together.

A week went by. During that time, Liam got to work early every day.