Little lamb.

Freda made her way to a restaurant after noticing a poster on the restaurant wall.

"How may I help you?" A waitress asked her as soon as she stepped inside the restaurant.

There were only three people inside the restaurant, and they were all eating at their respective tables.

The restaurant was a small one in a less busy neighbourhood.

Freda smiled brightly, exposing her lovely white teeth. "I'm here because of the poster outside. I see that this restaurant is looking for a part-time employee, and I believe I am qualified for the position." Freda declared with full confidence, having slightly bowed her head in greeting to the waitress.

The waitress bit her lower lip as she looked Freda over from head to toe. She considered Freda's clothing to be extravagant and one-of-a-kind. "So, what's your name?" The waitress interrogated her.

"Ohh." Freda muttered as she wiped her hand across her shirt. "I'm Freda Rowan, an autistic person, and I'm 29 years old. I am a colour lover, and my favourite colour so far is red, which is somewhat related to my red hair. Throughout history, red has been associated with a variety of symbolic meanings, including life, health, vigor, war, courage, anger, love, and religious fervor. The common thread is that all of these things require passion, which is why I chose red as my favourite color."

The waitress was expecting Freda to simply say her name and nothing else, but hearing Freda say so many other things surprised her. "Hmm. Umm. You can wait for me over there while I summon my boss." The waitress expressed surprise that such a lovely lady as Freda was an autistic patient.

Freda smiled briefly before returning her gaze to the puzzle box and making her way to the chair assigned to her by the waitress.

The waitress summoned her boss to come and interview Freda.

"Hey. I'm the restaurant owner, and I heard you were looking for a job." A man in his forties declared.

He was dressed in a blue check shirt and white slacks. His black crew cut hair and coffee brown eyes spoke of his serious demeanour.

"I'm here for a part-time job because it's a flexible work arrangement that involves working less than full-time hours. It usually means working fewer days per week, and employees are considered part-time if they regularly work fewer than 30 hours per week, and I'm looking for a job like that." Freda explained calmly.

She returned her gaze to her puzzle box after her statement.

That was completely unexpected and it caught the restaurant's owner off guard. He sat beside her as the waitress from earlier approaches and whispered something into his ear. "She's an autistic person." The waitress speaks to him in a hushed tone.

The restaurant owner smiled and nodded. "I heard you have autism, so I'm sorry to say this but my restaurant does not hire disabled people."

What the restaurant owner had just said to Freda didn't surprise her. She was used to hoarse words like that, and they don't bother her. "Thanks." She mumbled as she rose from her seat.

She didn't bother to meet the restaurant owner's gaze because her attention was fixed on her multicoloured puzzle box. "I'm about to leave, but first I'd like to tell you that an autistic person is unique. I learned to read at a young age due to hyperlexia, and I'm also good at memorising and learning information. Thinking and learning visually is also one of my specialties, so the fact that you aren't hiring me indicates that you are at a loss." She spoke boldly before bowing to the restaurant owner.

"Have a good day." Freda added to the restaurant owner'.

'Who does he think he is to decline me because I am disabled?' She pondered

The man was at a loss for words.

Freda, on the other hand, continued to look for work at various restaurants because she believed that working in a restaurant was the best part-time job she could ever have.

Freda was turned down at every venue she tried. They were initially interested in her, but once she revealed that she was an autistic patient, they turned her down.

Morning had passed quickly and evening was approaching, but she still hadn't achieved her aim goal for today.

She decided to go home so she could rest properly, but then she noticed a poster on a club wall along the street. 'A worker is required.' Say's the poster.

As she approached the club, she smiled with delight. Freda was fortunate to be dressed in a catchy manner because there was a large man standing besides the door.

He was huge and tall, and he threw those who weren't dressed appropriately out.

As Freda entered the club, she was greeted by the sound of loud, violent music playing in the background.

Young men and women were dancing while the majority of them held a drink in their hand.

The ladies in the club were mostly half naked, and Freda thought everything around the club was inappropriate.

She despised the sounds of loud music, so she took off her backpack and removed her headset from it. She was determined to do whatever it took to get a part-time job.

She walked straight to the bartender after putting on her headset. "I saw a job poster outside and am looking for a part-time job." Freda addressed the young bartender, who was beaming at her.

"Ohh. We recently accepted a young man, so we are no longer in need of a worker." He said in an apologetic tone.

"Ohh." She mumbled as her shoulder sagged before she turned around, ready to leave.

"Hmm… there's a young man sitting in the middle of the couch." The bartender abruptly declared.

Freda turned around, arched her brows, and used both of her hands to keep her bag from weighing her down.

Her eyes glowed with curiosity, and they were damned lovely beneath those glasses. "So…?" She shrugged, hoping he would say something meaningful.

"He's looking for a worker." The bartender declared.

Freda immediately thanked him after hearing his words, and she didn't wait for him to explain the nature of the job and what the job owner looks like.

She quickened her steps as her tiny little legs made their way towards the couch. Her footsteps echo and blend with the music playing in the background as she walks.

"Hello and good evening. I heard there's a man looking for a worker here." Freda immediately greets because there were many men on the couch, and the men were surrounded by various women who were literally naked.

After Freda's statement, they all turned their gaze to her, and her gaze locked with that of a guy with dazzling blue grey eyes.

She was surprised because she hadn't expected to see a familiar face in a club.

"Are you the one looking for a worker?"

Freda persisted in asking because she needed the money to help her mother.

"Little lamb. For some reason, I was feeling a little off today. But when you came along, you definitely turned me on." A male voice declared in a sexy and hypnotic manner.

Seriously! What in the world did he just say?