Rob is totally NOT 'okay'.

He is the literal worst. Ugh.

Rude and sleazy.

I constantly catch him staring at my breasts and touching me for no real reason, like on my shoulders or waist when he passes me.

He constantly makes remarks about my intelligence and work.

His outside matches his inside perfectly though, which I find satisfying.

He has these freaky-ass bug eyes that are always lingering on my body. And his mouth is just as nasty.

Whenever he gets agitated, spit always flies out. Sometimes I have to back up a step to stay out of the splash zone.

His breath is no better. It always smells like stale coffee, it's utterly atrocious. Rob's hairline is receding like his hair hates the scalp it is attached to.

Rob was really short for a man too, so he had quite the Napoleon complex going on.

He makes me uncomfortable, so I try to avoid him the best that I can. But, It's pretty hard to do that, considering that he is my manager and he has to give me my schedule every week as well as my paycheck.

He always makes me come into his office and insists I close the door when I enter. It's creepy like he is trying to get me alone. I always brush him off nicely though and leave the door open.

Plus he's rude.

Rob constantly yells at me for bullshit reasons. Yelling at me for things out of my control or just plain lies.

"Lilly, you're late!" Even though I'm on time if not early every day.

"Lilly, you're in my way!" Even though he shouldn't be in my space while I am trying to work.

"Lilly, you're taking too long with customers, stop being so friendly. You're here to work, not make friends!" Even though I am just being nice, and mostly I depend on tips.

"Lilly, you are not allowed to wear that kind of makeup to work!"

"Lilly, you should be wearing makeup or something. You need to look more presentable!"

Ugh! Rob.

He always had something to say, always picking on me one way or another.

But, I'd rather him be yelling at me. It's better that way. Because when he is yelling at me, he isn't being 'nice' to me. All touchy-feely and stuff.

I'll take that over his grimy, sweaty palms tracing my arms any day. His lingering touches are nauseating, but he still hasn't done anything too bad.

Thank goodness.

But, I wouldn't put it past him.

He definitely would try something if he thought he had the opportunity. But, I avoid being alone with him where the cooks or busboys can't see or hear him.

I absolutely can't stand Rob, and it's only been a month since he's started working at Della Nonna.

The worst part is that I need this job. I have no one besides myself I can depend on for my school tuition, which is nowhere near cheap by the way. So, Rob is my only option.

Especially since Della Nonna pays me better than anywhere else around here will. And, since I'm the only waitress there's no splitting tips or anything of that sort.

Della Nonna was good money, good enough to ignore Rob as long as he didn't choose to escalate his gross advances.

I wasn't the only one who disliked him though, I was almost sure of that.

I constantly caught the busboys giving him dirty looks when he turned around, and whenever he left the kitchen the cooks started talking angrily in Italian with what I assumed were a colorful array of curses.

I wish the owners would fire him or something. But, they never come to the restaurant. The last time I saw them was when I was in high school. They greeted me about a month after I was hired.

Hopefully, they would show up sometime soon since it's been about a month since he started working here.

He's the only new hire in a few years.

I could only cross my fingers that when they came they would see his true colors and fire him on the spot.

I considered calling Sampson for a while, but I knew him too well. He'd come back and take back his job until he found a better manager.

I didn't want him to have to do that. I wanted him to enjoy retirement with Ester.

I wouldn't let him be so selfless as always.

The owners seemed pretty nice when I met them that one time and they gave me a little red card with their number on it in case of an emergency involving the restaurant. I never really understood what kind of emergency, probably like a fire or something.

I can barely remember their faces though, and I long lost that little card with the phone number on it. But, I remember they were an older couple, probably in their late fifties when I met them.

They both had thick Italian accents with expensive clothing and accessories.

They looked very wealthy for an older couple that owned a tiny family restaurant.

Good for them though! The restaurant did have an awful lot of business though. We were constantly having to turn people away.

Della Nonna was never-not full. Even on weekdays, it was packed.

The chaos was comforting though, and I loved our customers. Most of them were habitual visitors. Most days they'd tell me to sit down and chat with them if I wasn't busy.

Sampson had no problem with me doing that, he beamed when I talked to the families with such familiarity. He said that I was a 'dazzler' and that I could charm even the coldest people.

I rolled my eyes whenever he teased me about it, I guess it was just a compliment but it always made me laugh the way he spoke about my social skills- considering I was so awkward around men my age.

Maybe it was just people my age in general.

I didn't have any friends because of my busy schedule.

There were few people I said hi and bye to of course, but no one that I actually talked to beyond that. Except for the families who came by weekly, I adored talking to them.

Rob ruined that though.

He scolded me for talking to one of the regulars that came in. He said that if he saw me distracted like that again, he'd fire my ass quicker than I can say bye-bye.

One of the families stopped coming by after that incident.

He made a show out of his disciplining me. Scolded me in the middle of the damn restaurant where all of the uncomfortable customers were. Even the grumpy chefs looked angered by the scene.

I hated when people raised their voices at me. My eyes were watery while he yelled, but I didn't actually cry, thankfully.

That would have been all too embarrassing, and I just know Rob would have eaten that up. He probably would've caught a boner over it, that sleazeball.

I hated Rob. But more than that, I missed Sampson. I missed him badly.

Either way, Rob won that round.

I haven't conversed with the customers since.

Nothing more than taking their orders and bringing their food to them.

Some of them started tipping less for a while, definitely perceiving my unusual quietness as rudeness than my usually loud and outgoing self.

Word must have gone around though that Rob threatened to fire me and I started getting pitiful looks from my favorite customers.

The tips went back up quickly after that was established. Which I was grateful for since tips were the large chunk of my paycheck.

Regardless, Rob was making my job hell, and every day felt like it was getting worse and worse.

It seemed my prayers were soon enough answered though.

I thought the owners were never going to come back to check on their new hire.

But, on the third week of his second month working as the new manager, Rob came in wearing an atrocious tan tweed suit.