Lola
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It was a normal question. It should have been. But the texture of his voice made my skin prickle. Made me feel like it wasn't just any question.
My throat tightened as I swallowed hard. And then a nod. That was all I could manage.
He paused, his eyes still holding that mischievous glint.
“But don’t you think this environment is too…uhm. Mmhh” he paused again, clicking his fingers as he searched for the right words.
“Against my faith?” I asked.
“Not really that though. But yeah,” he replied.
“It is. A little. Kind of.” A part of me wanted to justify it. But I couldn’t lie to myself. “I just need to serve drinks and that’s all.”
The man tapped his fingers on the desk, the rhythmic thuds sounding louder than they should.
“Lola.” My name rolled off his tongue like he had c
