“She’s really there, crazy.” He smirked. Matty was an older guy, and the way he dealt with Faye’s loud, vibrant personality was normally with eye rolls and smirks. His brown eyes locked with mine and he nodded once. “Good to see you, Liz.”

Faye snuggled her head against my breasts, as if they were her pillow. “Now that you’re here you can never, ever, ever leave again.” Faye was beautiful in all the perfect, unique ways. She had silver-dyed hair—unique for a twenty-seven-year-old age—with strands of pinks and purples running through it. Her nails were always dressed with vibrant colors, and her dresses always hugged her curves in all the right places. The thing that made her so beautiful, though, was her confidence. Faye knew she was stunning, and she also knew that it had not one thing to do with her looks. Her feeling of pride for herself came from within; she didn’t need the approval of anyone else whatsoever.

I envied that in her.

“Well, I actually came in to see if you guys were currently hiring. I know I haven’t worked here since college, but I could use the work.”

“Of course we are hiring! Hey, you, Sam!” Faye said, pointing to a server I didn’t know. “You’re fired.”

“Faye!” I shouted.

“What?!”

“You can’t just fire people,” I scolded, seeing the fear in Sam’s eyes. Poor guy. “You’re not really fired,” I said.

“Oh, yes you are.”

“Shut up, Faye. No, you’re not. How could you even fire people?”

She stood up tall and tapped against her nametag, which read ‘manager’. “Someone had to step into the role of management, woman.”

I turned to Matty, a bit of shock in my stare. “You made Faye a manager?”

“I think she drugged me.” He laughed. “But if you really need some work, we always have room for you. It might just be part-time.”

“Part-time would be great, really, anything.” I smiled at Matty, thanking him.

“Or, we could fire Sam,” Faye offered. “He already has another part-time job! Plus, he’s kind of creepy.”

“I can hear you,” Sam said, shyly.

“It doesn’t matter if you can hear me, you’re fired.”

“We aren’t firing Sam,” Matty said.

“You’re no fun. But you know what is fun?!” She took off her apron and yelled, “Lunch break!”

“It’s nine-thirty in the morning,” Matty scolded.

“Breakfast break!” Faye corrected, pulling me by the arm. “We’ll be back in about an hour.”

“Breaks are thirty minutes.”

“I’m sure Sam will cover my tables. Sam, you’re no longer fired.”

“You were never fired, Sam.” Matty smiled. “One hour, Faye. Liz, make sure to have her back on time or she’ll be the one who’s fired.”

“Is that so?” Faye asked, placing her hands on her hips, almost…flirtatiously? Matty smirked at her, his eyes traveling over her body almost…sexually?

What the…?

We walked out of the building, Faye’s arm linked with mine, confusion about the odd interaction between her and Matty still clouding my thoughts. “What was that?” I asked, arching an eyebrow in Faye’s direction.

“What was what?”

“That,” I said, pointing back toward Matty. “The little sexually intense tango you two just performed?” She didn’t reply, but she began chewing on her bottom lip. “Oh my God… You slept with Matty?!”

“Shut the hell up! Do you want the whole town to know?” She blushed, looking around. “It was an accident.”

“Oh? Was it? Was it an accident? Were you casually walking down Main Street and then Matty started walking toward you and his penis accidentally tumbled out of his pants? Then did a strong whoosh of wind pass through, knocking said penis into your vagina? Was it that kind of accident?” I mocked.

“Not exactly like that.” She pushed her tongue against the inside of her cheek. “The wind kind of pushed the penis toward my mouth first.”

“OH MY GOSH, FAYE!”

“I know! I know! This is why people shouldn’t go out on windy days. The penises are on rampage on the windy days.”

“I cannot believe you right now. He’s like twice your age.”

“What can I say? I have daddy issues.”

“What are you talking about? Your dad’s amazing,” I said.

“Exactly. No guy our age could ever live up to that! But Matty…” She sighed. “I think I like him.”

That was shocking. Faye never used the word ‘like’ when it came to a guy. She was the biggest womanwhore I’d ever met. “What do you mean you like him?” I asked, my voice soaked with hope that my friend was finally planning on settling down.

“Whoa, slow your roll there, Nicholas Sparks. What I mean is, I like the dick. I even gave it a nickname. Do you want to hear it?”

“For the love of everything good in the world, no.”

“Oh, I’m going to tell you.”

“Faye.” I sighed.

“Fatty Matty,” she said, her wolfish grin growing deep.

“You know what, these kinds of things you don’t have to share with me. Ever. Like, never ever.”

“I’m talking like two bratwursts combined kind of Fatty Matty. It’s almost as if the sausage god is finally listening to my prayers. Remember Pinky Peter, and Unclipped Nick? Well, this is so much better! Fatty Matty is the promised land of sausages.”