A/N: Whitlock’s Girl, it’s your birthday today, and I just wanted to give you a little something.

You’ve been a great friend, and I love you. I hope you enjoy this, and that you have a great day.
Thanks to SorceressCirce and EchoesofTwilight for their superfast beta skillz.
As always, I do not own Twilight. I just listen to the boys.
 
As I was clocking in, I was greeted by several of my co-workers. Marcus was tending bar today and gave me a quick “Yo!” before he had to take care of a customer. I just rolled my eyes. Marcus was nice enough, but sometimes I had to wonder how he managed to keep his job. Then again, I had wondered that about some of the others I had worked with ever since I started here at the Hard Rock Café in Amsterdam a little over a month ago.
 

Why HRC Amsterdam? Well, I was a bit of a nomad – the globe trotter of the family. I had just broken up with my boyfriend, and I didn’t want to go home to Chicago yet. I wasn’t ready to hear the “I told you so”‘s I was sure to get from my father, or the coddling I was certain I would be showered with by my mother. I loved my parents dearly, but at times it was suffocating to be around them. So my aunt Tanya had graciously offered to let me stay with her for however long I wanted. She lived in Amsterdam, where she had settled after years of traveling. She was an ex-pat, much like me. It was partly why we got along as well as we did.   Continue reading