She stood there for what seemed like hours, unable to move, like her legs were concrete, sad and alone. The door open, the Bouncer waiting patiently outside, giving her privacy, as one of the other girls comes in, oblivious to Ambers current emotional state, with a client, eager to take over the room.
Amber exits the room, taking the money as she leaves, not even making contact with Charlotte, her co-worker, she knew she had to work the rest of her shift, she needed this job badly, even if she had just made more cash than she's seen in one night ever.
The Bouncer sees she's out of sorts as she doesn't even make eye contact, and heads straight to the bar to get more drink orders that are up for her tables.
The night seems to go forever, as she stays in a daze, making smalltalk with patrons, but her hearts no longer in it, her heart walked out the door 2 hours ago with John, the man she never stopped loving, who she was sure now despised her, or if he didn't, and had time to think, would by morning.
She finally walked home, straight to her tiny apartment, a long way from the swanky hotels she and John used to stay in, as she peels off her outfit, the corset feeling tighter and tighter as the night progressed, and spends 45 minutes under the hot shower water, thinking about John, about everything she's done to him, about why he has every right to never want to talk to her again.
