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shite.’ He gave a nasty little smile. ‘I don’t suppose you can tell the difference.’
    What was he playing at? Had she really dented his ego that much that he wanted to seek her out and wind her up? He was a bully, she decided as she went to fetch his wine, as well as being a wanker.
    Carlo was behind the bar. ‘Tough night?’ he asked sympathetically. Lovely Carlo, whose wife had just had a baby so he was having to work extra shifts. Vera was always especially mean to him as he showed no interest in her and she fancied him.
    ‘Tough customer,’ Tiffany muttered.
    ‘Do you want me to serve him? I saw him looking at you in a way I don’t like. If ever a man looks at my daughter like that, I will punch him.’
    It was probably not a good idea if Carlo went anywhere near Gavin.
    ‘I’ll be OK, thanks, Carlo.’ And Tiffany picked up the bottle of Montepulciano which was actually a very good bottle of wine, not that Gavin would realise.
    ‘Is it worth me tasting it first?’ he asked sneeringly.
    ‘It’s entirely up to you.’
    ‘Oh, just pour it.’
    Tiffany carefully poured out a glass. Gavin took a sip, wincing as he did so. ‘It’s rougher than I’m used to.’
    ‘I’ll go and get your pizza,’ Tiffany said, itching to get away from him.
    She could feel her cheeks burning with suppressed anger as she walked away. She longed to go and let off steam with one of her fellow waiters but Vera was on the war-path. Instead she served another couple of tables, but all too soon Gavin’s American Hot was ready.
    As she approached she could hear him talking to Zena, a young Polish waitress.
    ‘You ought to get yourself down a lap dancing club. Great figure like yours, you’d be raking it in. Lots of Poles there … pole dancing. Get it?’
    Zena blushed and looked embarrassed. ‘I’m happy here, thank you very much,’ she said in her sweet broken English.
    ‘Seriously, what time do you finish here? I could take you to a club …’
    ‘Thank you, no, I cannot.’
    Realising that he wasn’t going to get anywhere with Zena, Gavin turned nasty. ‘Expect you’ve got a cleaning job to go to. Good scrubber are you?’
    Zena had tears in her eyes as she walked away from him.
    He really was a piece of work. Racist, sexist and a total wanker! He was the gift that kept on giving.
    ‘Ah, here’s my pizza girl. Hey, pizza girl, why can’t you smile like that pretty waitress? Don’t you want to get a nice fat tip from me? I don’t suppose you earn anything here.’
    Something snapped in Tiffany. She’d had more than enough of him. And she’d had enough of being treated like shit, not just by Gavin but by a long line of customers, so many of whom had been rude, talked to her as if she didn’t matter, as if she was nothing. Six months of pent-up rage boiled over in her. Before Gavin knew what had hit him, she dumped the piping hot pizza on to his lap. And, as he yelled in protest she picked up the bottle of wine. ‘Bit hot for you, sir, is it? Here … have this.’ And she poured half the contents over his head, the red wine running down his arrogant face like blood. ‘Enjoy your meal, sir. It’s been a pleasure serving you.’
    She swung round in time to see Vera advancing towards her, breasts jutting like torpedoes, an almost gleeful expression on her face as if she was relishing the prospect of a scene.
    ‘You don’t need to say anything, Vera, I quit.’ And to the cheers of the other waiters and some of the customers, Tiffany took off her apron, flung it to the ground and marched off.
    Vera was still fussing over Gavin as she passed them.
    ‘I’ll sue!’ Gavin shouted after her.
    ‘So will I … for harassment, you dickhead!’
    Tiffany was buoyed up on a wave of anger and righteous indignation all the way to Leicester Square tube station. It was only when she realised that she had run out of credit on her Oyster card and had barely enough change for her tube ticket home that the enormity of what