Business was slow. I shouldn't complain, what else can you expect at four o'clock on a Wednesday afternoon. I was glad I only had one hour left before I could go home. I leant against the bar, resting my chin on my hand, watching a group of school girls, our only customers, giggling about something and slurping their drinks.
'Why the long face?' My boss, Lilianna stood next to me behind the bar. Lilianna was a great person to work for. She never complained when I was late or mucked up an order or dropped a tray, she just gave you that look and you knew you weren't going to do it again. She was more of a friend than anything else.
'It's just been a long week.' I put on a small smile and stood up straight. At my full height I was a good few inches taller than my boss, who was about average height.
'I know the feeling.' She smiled back at me and wrapped her arm round my waist. 'When's your day off this week?'
'I don't have one this week, I'm working extra shifts.' Lilianna gave me a disapproving look. 'I need the money and what else am I going to do with my time? You guys are all I have.'
'That's not the point Livvy. Maybe if you didn't work so much you would have more than us.'
'She has a point.' Rich, our chef, appeared from behind the swinging kitchen doors. 'We do love you Liv, but you need to get a life!' Rich was another of my best friends, a tell-it-like-it-is kind of guy with muddy blonde hair, pulled back into a ponytail at the back of his head. He was almost like a brother to me and thought it was his job to look after me.
'I don't want to have a life. I like working here, I find it...'
'If you say relaxing I think I may shoot you.' The fourth member of my shift, Natalie, collapsed on the bar stool on the opposite side of the bar from me, her jet black curls falling out from her bun and her face looking tired.
'I'm not sure what word to use. I just like it here, it feels like home.'
'My God!' Rich exclaimed. 'You really need to find something else to do with your life. You're 19 for God's sake, you should be out having fun, not spending every waking hour working.'
The truth was, I didn't trust myself to keep in control. I had only recently discovered my 'gift' and I wasn't sure what would happen if I had too much to drink and lost control. I hadn't told anyone about what I could do and I wasn't sure if I ever would.
If I did, it would make my job a whole lot easier. I could make my trays move to their tables without having to walk a single step. That is the advantage of object control.
'I'll think about it.' I gave in slightly, knowing that they would eventually wear me away and a night out would be forced on me. I would just have to be extra careful.