I love you, I won't kill you

Any college student visiting Panama City for vacation and part-time work can tell by spending a week at Hunter's Oyster Bar that there's a decidedly tropical urban vibe.This kind of breath tells everyone, including Angie, that they should enjoy their vacation time when they come here, and working to make money is just an incidental condition.

The reason is, first, it cannot be regarded as an authentic bar, because it mainly deals in seafood dining; second, its business hours do not include Sunday, and it is only open from 11 am to evening from Monday to Saturday 9:[-]; Third, you don’t have to worry about the threat of competition from the other five restaurants and bars on this street. Although the “Uncle Ernie’s Seaside Grill” on the opposite pier also has many repeat customers, it seems that people prefer to come to the oyster meal Let's enjoy the taste of "hunter".

Angie initially translated the name of the store into the name of the owner, but Julie later told her that the name should be understood as Hunter.Eventually, Angie caught on to what Julie meant in a dish at dinner.This dish uses alligators as raw materials, and is presented in front of every guest who wants to hunt crocodiles by grilling, frying or frying.

"Eat crocodile meat, be good! If this dish appeared in a certain restaurant on Wangfujing Street, I'm afraid the boss would have been arrested by the Public Security Bureau. Even if you can get it out, you will have to spend a lot of money to accommodate it." An Ji Thinking secretly, he kept his eyes on the dinner plates of the two guests in front of him.

"Angie, are you okay?" Julie said softly as she passed by her.

"Oh, I'm fine. I'll greet customers when they come into the store." Anji came back to her senses and replied quickly.

It was around three o'clock in the afternoon, and the number of customers entering the store was significantly reduced, but there were still many locals or out-of-state tourists coming here for a beer or drink.Two or three steps behind a white man, a young, sunny girl opened the door and walked in.

Amanda today is still dressed in ordinary summer clothes.The black tank top, the dark blue printed lace bra, the military patch pocket shorts, and the flip flops make it look like some black girl next door who likes to dance and play street basketball.

Angie glanced at her, and her first impression was, "Why is her complexion so beautiful? How did she get it out of the sun?"

However, the second feeling is, "She is so cool! That tattoo on the left shoulder is really big and beautiful."

The final feeling was, "An eagle with outstretched wings is stepping on the earth, and there is an anchor behind it. What kind of pattern is this? God, she can't be a member of some local gang in Panama?"

"Hehe, how is it possible? A girl joined a gang??" Angie walked to the last dining table by the window while thinking wildly, and said to Amanda, "Hi, hello."

When Amanda entered the store, she didn't see Julie. She picked up the menu on the table and said to Angie, "Hello, uh... what's the specialty here? Can you recommend it to me?"

"Alligator! Oh, it's crocodile meat. Uh...and fresh oysters, tuna, red snapper, grouper..." Angie tried to recite every dish that guests often order on the menu Mode.

"Thanks, I can read the menu myself. Alligators, uh...not bad! Do you have venison here?" Amanda looked out the window, and the weather is now sunny.

Angie blinked twice, "Venison? Didn't the boss say that there is?" He quickly said to Amanda, "Uh...sorry, there is no venison here."

Amanda shrugged. "Okay, give me a Diet Coke, thank you."

"It's a pity, it looks like she won't give tips anymore." Angie complained when she turned to leave.

When he saw Julie coming in from the back door of the dining bar, he quickly stepped forward and whispered, "Julie, be careful. There is a customer over there, I guess she is a member of the gang here."

At this time, another tall white girl waiter walked up to the two of them and laughed at Angie's ignorance, "Hehe, I can't believe this came from a Yale student. Gang members? You see "The Godfather" "Have you seen too much?"

Julie glanced at the white girl, "Emma, ​​watching gangster movies is also a way to learn European and American culture. Don't be so demanding, a girl from an Asian country, right?"

"Hehe, Julie, don't you need to treat me like this? Why, you two have slept together and want to protect your little girlfriend?" Emma giggled, turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Julie shook her head and said to Angie, "Don't worry, she's just talking. Uh...you know?"

Angie blushed, "I know, these things are just a chat for you." He said so, but he had some strange thoughts in his heart, "Hey, this is too casual. Even at Yale, I don't hear much about those foreign girls. But how do two girls go to bed? Don't you need a man to be able to..."

She didn't hear Yale girls talk about their sex lives very much because, for the most part, it wasn't talked about to her.At most, she would ask her if she has any Asian or American boys she likes, if she spends the night in a motel off campus, etc.

Seeing her frowning, Julie comforted, "Go to the back of the restaurant to rest for a while and drink some water. It's easy to cause conflicts with others in this weather, haha."

"Hurry up, I'll take care of the guests over there. Don't worry, I will definitely ask for tips for you." Julie said.

"Thank you, Julie. Oh, the customer only ordered a bottle of Diet Coke, remember to take it for her." Angie told Julie as she walked towards the back door of the restaurant.

It's easy and simple to exchange messages with the man or woman you like.You don't need to face each other, and you don't have to worry about the other party seeing your ugly side, let alone worry about the other party's emotional changes.

But once you sit face to face with a cup of coffee or beer in hand, everything you want to say melts into the eyes of the other person.When Julie saw the black hair, the three-dimensional face, and the light brown skin, she felt that spring had come in Panama City.

Julie felt her heart beating more and more, and she wanted to rush up and hug Amanda, and then "hardly" kissed her face, her lips, every inch of her body.

"Isn't everything you do these days just for this moment? Julie, what's wrong with you? Don't you see the girl you love the most, don't you even have the courage to tell her you love her? Go, go .” A voice in the deepest part of my heart told Julie.

"I...I...don't care, let's say hello first." Julie said to herself again, making up her mind.

"Hi, uh... are you okay?" Julie sat across from Amanda and summoned up the courage to say something.But the second sentence that followed, "Your hair is cut short." She couldn't think of how to say it for a moment.

Amanda's heart skipped a few beats, she raised her head and took a big sip while holding the bottle of Coke, "Uh...yes, I'm fine."

Julie sat there, feeling her palms full of sweat.Keeping looking into Amanda's eyes, blinking constantly, "Uh...uh...hehehe, how was school?"

"It's not that good, being in the water with a bunch of men all day..." Amanda joked.

"God, look what you've done? Is...is this funny?" Julie said bitterly.

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