The young waiter was pregnant, but not obviously so, even when he was nearing his third trimester it helped that he was a bigger guy. Not just skin and bones, he had been putting on weight since high school and now was in the above average ratio for men his height. Which wasn't that high either way, he guess that was what helped him be such a highly regarded waiter, he was unseen and unheard all at the same time. Yet this day was just not his day, he had gotten put on busboy duty for lunch and had to deal with the rush of businessmen and women flooding in from the district a block away.
He knew he was getting sick when half way through the hour he could barely breathe, he had been carrying dishes to and from the kitchen sink. Reese could barely stand when he snuck away to the bathroom to cram himself into one of the stalls, locking the door and grimacing. The college student struggled to untie his apron and get out of his stiff uniform before he passed out. Yet, it was useless trying, he ended up sobbing in frustration as he tried unbuttoning his shirt.
He knew he was getting sick when half way through the hour he could barely breathe, he had been carrying dishes to and from the kitchen sink. Reese could barely stand when he snuck away to the bathroom to cram himself into one of the stalls, locking the door and grimacing. The college student struggled to untie his apron and get out of his stiff uniform before he passed out. Yet, it was useless trying, he ended up sobbing in frustration as he tried unbuttoning his shirt.
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