time just because your brother is punctually challenged.”
“I can’t afford a car right now. Not everyone gets handed a trust fund.”
“Fine… than I’ll drive you.”
“You can’t-”
“Yes, I can.”
“You don’t-”
“Yes, I do. It’s done. End of discussion.”
I headed back towards the bar, stunned at his impressive knack at succinct debate.
“What just happened?” I asked Mia.
She smirked , towel drying the glasses hot out of the dishwasher. “I told you.”
The Saturday lunch crowd was small, but the dinner crowd made up for it. Ricky and the boys were playing tonight instead of their usual Wednesdays, and it seemed like the whole town showed up.
“Joe…I need another burger. Customer says you overcooked this one.” I slid the plate to the other side of the warming shelf.
“Ah, come on!” Joe yelled, plucking the burger off the plate. “I got enough shit going on here!”
I shrugged and loaded my other order on the tray.
“Can’t you flash that sweet smile you got and actually convince these people to eat this shit?”
I hoisted the tray onto my shoulder. “Burger! Please!”
That was my third Saturday working with Joe. I came to hate working Saturdays. He was a friend of Ricky’s that he met through his anger management classes. I wasn’t sure how much Joe actually benefited from them. He was the angriest person I ever met, not to mention his eyes were looser than jello always ogling anything with tits and legs.
I sat the tray of food down, passing the plates to each person. Ricky was up on stage, the sweat beading off of him as he played. His eyes met mine, and he winked. Before I had time to think I smiled back. How was it that he could be so hot and cold? One minute, he was yelling about the silverware, and the next minute the charm oozed out of him. Whatever it was, I had to stay away. Only a couple more weeks until my promise to myself was over. Ricky was the last guy I needed to get involved with.
“Miss?”
The sound knocked me back to focus, a plate of food still in my hand. “I’m so sorry,” I said with a smile. I handed over a plate of chicken fingers and fries.
Grabbing the tray, I started back to the kitchen to check up on my burger order when I heard the call of my name. Ethan was sitting with another guy at a four top that wasn’t in my section.
“ Ethan…hi!”
“I didn’t know you worked here.”
“Yeah, only for the last few weeks.” I tucked a stray hair behind my ear. “How’s everything with your mom.”
“A lot better, thanks. ”
He introduced me to his friend, Jason.
“Well, Casey should be by any minute to take your order.”
“You’re not our waitress?” He looked to me with those pale blue eyes, the stubble of his five o’clock shadow sweeping over his jawline.
I looked over at Casey who wore her usual frazzled expression as she took another table’s order.
“Sure…what can I get you guys to drink?”
* * *
Casey didn’t seem to mind too much when I took Ethan’s table. I offered her a table in my section anyway, but she didn’t seem to excited by the idea. Instead, I offered to do the side work at the end of the night so that she could leave a little early.
Nick showed up and sat at the bar with Mia the entire time until he was flagged from drinking any more alcohol. I made sure Charlie was okay to drive him back to mom’s so he could wait for Mia to finish up for the night.
The band had just played their last song , and Ricky disappeared into his office, flashing me a disgruntled look on his way there. I shrugged it off, figuring it was just another one of his mood swings.
“Here ya’ go.” I laid the check on Ethan’s table and grabbed my tip from the empty table beside him. They had stayed well after they were done eating, even after Ricky and the boys were done playing.
Jason disappeared into the bathroom while Ethan took money out of his wallet and flopped it in the black book.
“So…if
“I can’t afford a car right now. Not everyone gets handed a trust fund.”
“Fine… than I’ll drive you.”
“You can’t-”
“Yes, I can.”
“You don’t-”
“Yes, I do. It’s done. End of discussion.”
I headed back towards the bar, stunned at his impressive knack at succinct debate.
“What just happened?” I asked Mia.
She smirked , towel drying the glasses hot out of the dishwasher. “I told you.”
The Saturday lunch crowd was small, but the dinner crowd made up for it. Ricky and the boys were playing tonight instead of their usual Wednesdays, and it seemed like the whole town showed up.
“Joe…I need another burger. Customer says you overcooked this one.” I slid the plate to the other side of the warming shelf.
“Ah, come on!” Joe yelled, plucking the burger off the plate. “I got enough shit going on here!”
I shrugged and loaded my other order on the tray.
“Can’t you flash that sweet smile you got and actually convince these people to eat this shit?”
I hoisted the tray onto my shoulder. “Burger! Please!”
That was my third Saturday working with Joe. I came to hate working Saturdays. He was a friend of Ricky’s that he met through his anger management classes. I wasn’t sure how much Joe actually benefited from them. He was the angriest person I ever met, not to mention his eyes were looser than jello always ogling anything with tits and legs.
I sat the tray of food down, passing the plates to each person. Ricky was up on stage, the sweat beading off of him as he played. His eyes met mine, and he winked. Before I had time to think I smiled back. How was it that he could be so hot and cold? One minute, he was yelling about the silverware, and the next minute the charm oozed out of him. Whatever it was, I had to stay away. Only a couple more weeks until my promise to myself was over. Ricky was the last guy I needed to get involved with.
“Miss?”
The sound knocked me back to focus, a plate of food still in my hand. “I’m so sorry,” I said with a smile. I handed over a plate of chicken fingers and fries.
Grabbing the tray, I started back to the kitchen to check up on my burger order when I heard the call of my name. Ethan was sitting with another guy at a four top that wasn’t in my section.
“ Ethan…hi!”
“I didn’t know you worked here.”
“Yeah, only for the last few weeks.” I tucked a stray hair behind my ear. “How’s everything with your mom.”
“A lot better, thanks. ”
He introduced me to his friend, Jason.
“Well, Casey should be by any minute to take your order.”
“You’re not our waitress?” He looked to me with those pale blue eyes, the stubble of his five o’clock shadow sweeping over his jawline.
I looked over at Casey who wore her usual frazzled expression as she took another table’s order.
“Sure…what can I get you guys to drink?”
* * *
Casey didn’t seem to mind too much when I took Ethan’s table. I offered her a table in my section anyway, but she didn’t seem to excited by the idea. Instead, I offered to do the side work at the end of the night so that she could leave a little early.
Nick showed up and sat at the bar with Mia the entire time until he was flagged from drinking any more alcohol. I made sure Charlie was okay to drive him back to mom’s so he could wait for Mia to finish up for the night.
The band had just played their last song , and Ricky disappeared into his office, flashing me a disgruntled look on his way there. I shrugged it off, figuring it was just another one of his mood swings.
“Here ya’ go.” I laid the check on Ethan’s table and grabbed my tip from the empty table beside him. They had stayed well after they were done eating, even after Ricky and the boys were done playing.
Jason disappeared into the bathroom while Ethan took money out of his wallet and flopped it in the black book.
“So…if
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