Forty-three

“This table is going to be the death of me.” I rolled my eyes as I set my empty tray in front of Delora, earning a light chuckle from her. “Like can't they just behave!?” I hissed, trying to clean my apron. The guy was literally eating the girl’s face, causing her to randomly move her hands around, ending up spilling the glasses I had on the tray on me.  

“I don’t mind people showing affection in public, but this is too much.” She let out a small giggle,  placing two lattes on my tray. “Good thing the manager pointed out that this was a family place. Take these to table five,” she instructs me.

So much had changed during the past few years. I hadn't set a foot in America in four years, and not once had I regretted my decision. Living in Peru is one of the best things that had happened to me. Life here is way simpler than what I had endured in America. Yes, I missed Loana, but that wasn’t enough to make me go back. I talked to her regularly, but I couldn’t b