Ford

Author pov

She had no desire to have Ford walk up to her only to start demanding an explanation for whatever was amiss and eventually scolding her as if she was some lousy teenager who hardly knew what her job entails. Truth was, she knew what her job entailed_ smiles and nods and the nice tone of voice even when one was exhausted and had personal conflicts. Like she had.

She looked back once and saw that Ford was trying to pacify the man who seemed to be angry. He was forcing a smile and rubbing his hands together. He was apologizing. And what was that look on his face? Why did he look worshipful of the young man? She was disgusted. She scoffed as she reached the Bar man who stopped lip syncing his songs and turned to her.

"Want something? What do you want now?"

He asked while flashing her the same smile that never knew trouble. Laura had often wondered if he never had troubles. Why was he happy if he ever had troubles? Unfortunately, she had eye bags and she had plenty of reasons t