you didn’t want to give me your number you could have just said so,” he said.
I raised my eyebrows and cocked my head. “What do you mean?”
“The number you gave me…it’s no good.”
I completely forgot that I gave Ethan my number just before I had it changed.
“Oh my God,” I chuckled. “ Ethan…I am so sorry. I had to change my number.”
He smiled and for the first time all night it didn’t reach his eyes. “Really? It’s like that, huh?”
“I’m serious,”’ I said , taking out my pen and order book. I wrote my new number down and handed it to him. “Here…this one will work.”
He folded it into his wallet as Jason cam e strolling back to the table. “Thanks for the great service,” he said. “Let’s get together soon.”
“Sounds good.”
After the last customer left and all my side work was done, Mia and I were the only ones left in the bar. Well except for Ricky who still didn’t come out of his office.
“Thanks for taking me home Mia.”
“No problem,” she said with a smile. “I just have to close out the register, and then we can go.”
I hea ded towards Ricky’s office, knocking on the door before opening it.
“What’s with you taking tables away from Casey?” Ricky asked. He sat in his usual spot behind his desk, texting on his phone.
“I didn’t take any tables away from Casey. The customer asked me to take their order and I did.”
“That’s not how it works,” he said, looking up from his phone. He tossed it on the desk and leaned back in his chair. “Sections are assigned for a reason. Don’t do it again.”
I stared, speechless, his contemptuous tone so uncalled for. I started to walk out when I heard the creak of Ricky’s chair move.
“And another thing, ” he said. When I turned he was standing behind me, leaning against the other side of his desk with his arms crossed, which only made his muscles appear larger. “It’s against policy to fraternize with customers.”
“Since when?” I scoffed. “I think you’ve broken that rule a few times yourself.” I stomped towards him, letting him know he didn’t intimate me. “And exactly which part of serving someone a crab cake sandwich is considered fraternizing?”
“You know what I’m talking about.”
I left out a short laugh, truly oblivious to what he could mean. “No, I don’t. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“What was written on that piece of paper you handed to that guy?” Ricky nodded over t o the table where Ethan sat.
“ Ethan? He’s an old friend. We went to school together, and he wants to grab a drink.”
“A friend…yeah, right. You were so busy flirting with him all night that you left a table waiting for fifteen minutes before Casey finally took their order. Like I said…no screwing the customers.”
“Now , it’s no screwing? What is your problem? I barely even talked to the guy, and now we’re screwing ? And what business of it is yours anyway? I don’t give you the third degree every time you leave here with your flavor of the week.”
“You don’t like it then find somewhere else to work.” He kicked the door with his foot, slamming it shut.
I sat at the bar, my head throbbing from the emotional tornado I had just witnessed. “What the fuck ?”
Mia looked over to me , but said nothing, already use to her brother’s many shades of crazy.
“How in the hell did he even see that? He was in his office with the door closed all night!”
“Cameras,” she said, pointing to the video cameras situated across the bar. “There’s a closed circuit television in his office.”
I rolled my eyes. “Great.”
“It’s kinda’ weird,” she said, car keys in hand. “As long as those cameras have been on, he’s never once said anything to anybody about what goes on around here. And trust me, it’s a lot worse than flirting with a cute guy. It’s like he was spying on you.”
I followed Mia to her car, looking back at the
I raised my eyebrows and cocked my head. “What do you mean?”
“The number you gave me…it’s no good.”
I completely forgot that I gave Ethan my number just before I had it changed.
“Oh my God,” I chuckled. “ Ethan…I am so sorry. I had to change my number.”
He smiled and for the first time all night it didn’t reach his eyes. “Really? It’s like that, huh?”
“I’m serious,”’ I said , taking out my pen and order book. I wrote my new number down and handed it to him. “Here…this one will work.”
He folded it into his wallet as Jason cam e strolling back to the table. “Thanks for the great service,” he said. “Let’s get together soon.”
“Sounds good.”
After the last customer left and all my side work was done, Mia and I were the only ones left in the bar. Well except for Ricky who still didn’t come out of his office.
“Thanks for taking me home Mia.”
“No problem,” she said with a smile. “I just have to close out the register, and then we can go.”
I hea ded towards Ricky’s office, knocking on the door before opening it.
“What’s with you taking tables away from Casey?” Ricky asked. He sat in his usual spot behind his desk, texting on his phone.
“I didn’t take any tables away from Casey. The customer asked me to take their order and I did.”
“That’s not how it works,” he said, looking up from his phone. He tossed it on the desk and leaned back in his chair. “Sections are assigned for a reason. Don’t do it again.”
I stared, speechless, his contemptuous tone so uncalled for. I started to walk out when I heard the creak of Ricky’s chair move.
“And another thing, ” he said. When I turned he was standing behind me, leaning against the other side of his desk with his arms crossed, which only made his muscles appear larger. “It’s against policy to fraternize with customers.”
“Since when?” I scoffed. “I think you’ve broken that rule a few times yourself.” I stomped towards him, letting him know he didn’t intimate me. “And exactly which part of serving someone a crab cake sandwich is considered fraternizing?”
“You know what I’m talking about.”
I left out a short laugh, truly oblivious to what he could mean. “No, I don’t. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“What was written on that piece of paper you handed to that guy?” Ricky nodded over t o the table where Ethan sat.
“ Ethan? He’s an old friend. We went to school together, and he wants to grab a drink.”
“A friend…yeah, right. You were so busy flirting with him all night that you left a table waiting for fifteen minutes before Casey finally took their order. Like I said…no screwing the customers.”
“Now , it’s no screwing? What is your problem? I barely even talked to the guy, and now we’re screwing ? And what business of it is yours anyway? I don’t give you the third degree every time you leave here with your flavor of the week.”
“You don’t like it then find somewhere else to work.” He kicked the door with his foot, slamming it shut.
I sat at the bar, my head throbbing from the emotional tornado I had just witnessed. “What the fuck ?”
Mia looked over to me , but said nothing, already use to her brother’s many shades of crazy.
“How in the hell did he even see that? He was in his office with the door closed all night!”
“Cameras,” she said, pointing to the video cameras situated across the bar. “There’s a closed circuit television in his office.”
I rolled my eyes. “Great.”
“It’s kinda’ weird,” she said, car keys in hand. “As long as those cameras have been on, he’s never once said anything to anybody about what goes on around here. And trust me, it’s a lot worse than flirting with a cute guy. It’s like he was spying on you.”
I followed Mia to her car, looking back at the
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