Ashlee seen all the slaves having their masters or mistresses and it made her feel alone, like she was being picked last for a sports team, she was happy for her friends but she wanted someone to love her, she looked down and went back to her room, it was going to be weird from now on.
Scarlet walked into the diner and paused only for a moment. Glancing around she slowly approached the counter and took a seat on one of the stools. When a waitress approached her asking what she would like, she pulled two crumpled, wrinkly dollars from her jacket pocket and set it on the counter,”What food can this buy me? It’s all I have.” Her voice was soft. The waitress, looked down at the money in discuss before popping her gum and sighing, “A black coffee.” Before Scarlet could reply the money was gone and the waitress went to retrieve the cup of black coffee. The hot cup was soon placed in front of her and Scarlet just stared into it’s depths, before reaching for the creamer and sugar.