if I should insist on a medium as I eyed myself in the wall mirror.
I decided that I would, and pulled open the office door. Trace was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, and his head cocked to the side.
His arresting blues lit up as he looked me over.
“I think I need a medium.”
He slanted a smile. “I think so too.”
I had anticipated spending the rest of the afternoon following Trace around and getting familiarized with my job, so I was rather surprised when he unexpectedly passed me off to Zane Brenner, the head bartender, instead. Apparently, Trace was less than willing to spend any time with me, training me or otherwise. In fact, he seemed to have a real aversion to it.
Luckily, Zane didn’t seem to mind me, or the added task of having to show me the ins and outs while serving his own customers at the bar. Between his wry humor, and friendly nature, he was easily the most-likeable employee at All Saints.
The evening wore on quickly, and before I knew it, the place was filled up with customers, giving me ample opportunity to put my training into practice. I even got a chance to wait on a few tables by myself when the manager, April, and another waitress got held up with a shipment crisis at the back.
The job was easy enough and I got the hang of it fairly quickly, though my feet were singing an entirely different tune halfway through my shift.
Taylor and Ben showed up just after dinner as a fresh crowd of younger people began to arrive. It was Saturday night and All Saints appeared to be everyone’s favorite place. Or maybe it was the only place in town, I still wasn’t sure yet.
“So, do I get a ‘friends and family’ discount now that you’re working here?” asked Taylor, fully amused with the revelation. She hopped up one of the bar stools.
“I don’t need a discount,” said Ben, without looking up from the menu he was browsing. “But I’ll pay you an asinine amount of money if you can get us some beer in here.”
“Let me think about that…um, no.”
“Why not?” he laughed.
“I don’t know, maybe because of this little thing called the law? Ever heard of it?” Apparently, I was really big on it.
“My father’s a prosecutor,” he said with a bratty smile. “Not only have I heard of it, I drink to it whenever I can.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at his backwards logic.
“Just ignore him,” instructed Taylor. “He’s inept.”
“That’s not what you were saying on the way over here,” replied Ben as he rose from his seat and tweaked his eyebrows.
“You. Freaking. Wish.”
Grinning wildly, he moved to poke her side, but she slapped his hand away before he could make contact. He didn’t seem the least bit phased by it as he walked off to the restrooms, and even though she rolled her eyes at him, I definitely noticed her stare lingering a good while longer than it needed to.
When she turned back to me, her expression was weighty. “I was worried about you yesterday.”
“Sorry about taking off like that,” I said, tucking a loose curl behind my ear. “I had to get out of there.”
“I don’t blame you. Nikki was completely out of her mind. I still can’t believe she did that,” she said shaking her head. “It’s too bad you didn’t stick around though, Trace cut her down in front of everyone.”
“He did?” My interest suddenly peeked.
“She deserved it too,” she said unsympathetically. “I mean, who does that anyway?”
Psycho ex-girlfriends who forget to take their meds, that’s who. “I just want to forget the whole thing.” It happened, it sucked, and I’ve accepted it. I had no intention of reliving the events over and over again. I had enough real-life nightmares to contend with.
“I hear you, babe. So how’s it been working with Trace anyway?” she asked. “Is it majorly awkward?”
“Not really,” I shrugged. “I’ve hardly seen him tonight.” That part was the truth. He had made himself incredibly
I decided that I would, and pulled open the office door. Trace was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, and his head cocked to the side.
His arresting blues lit up as he looked me over.
“I think I need a medium.”
He slanted a smile. “I think so too.”
I had anticipated spending the rest of the afternoon following Trace around and getting familiarized with my job, so I was rather surprised when he unexpectedly passed me off to Zane Brenner, the head bartender, instead. Apparently, Trace was less than willing to spend any time with me, training me or otherwise. In fact, he seemed to have a real aversion to it.
Luckily, Zane didn’t seem to mind me, or the added task of having to show me the ins and outs while serving his own customers at the bar. Between his wry humor, and friendly nature, he was easily the most-likeable employee at All Saints.
The evening wore on quickly, and before I knew it, the place was filled up with customers, giving me ample opportunity to put my training into practice. I even got a chance to wait on a few tables by myself when the manager, April, and another waitress got held up with a shipment crisis at the back.
The job was easy enough and I got the hang of it fairly quickly, though my feet were singing an entirely different tune halfway through my shift.
Taylor and Ben showed up just after dinner as a fresh crowd of younger people began to arrive. It was Saturday night and All Saints appeared to be everyone’s favorite place. Or maybe it was the only place in town, I still wasn’t sure yet.
“So, do I get a ‘friends and family’ discount now that you’re working here?” asked Taylor, fully amused with the revelation. She hopped up one of the bar stools.
“I don’t need a discount,” said Ben, without looking up from the menu he was browsing. “But I’ll pay you an asinine amount of money if you can get us some beer in here.”
“Let me think about that…um, no.”
“Why not?” he laughed.
“I don’t know, maybe because of this little thing called the law? Ever heard of it?” Apparently, I was really big on it.
“My father’s a prosecutor,” he said with a bratty smile. “Not only have I heard of it, I drink to it whenever I can.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at his backwards logic.
“Just ignore him,” instructed Taylor. “He’s inept.”
“That’s not what you were saying on the way over here,” replied Ben as he rose from his seat and tweaked his eyebrows.
“You. Freaking. Wish.”
Grinning wildly, he moved to poke her side, but she slapped his hand away before he could make contact. He didn’t seem the least bit phased by it as he walked off to the restrooms, and even though she rolled her eyes at him, I definitely noticed her stare lingering a good while longer than it needed to.
When she turned back to me, her expression was weighty. “I was worried about you yesterday.”
“Sorry about taking off like that,” I said, tucking a loose curl behind my ear. “I had to get out of there.”
“I don’t blame you. Nikki was completely out of her mind. I still can’t believe she did that,” she said shaking her head. “It’s too bad you didn’t stick around though, Trace cut her down in front of everyone.”
“He did?” My interest suddenly peeked.
“She deserved it too,” she said unsympathetically. “I mean, who does that anyway?”
Psycho ex-girlfriends who forget to take their meds, that’s who. “I just want to forget the whole thing.” It happened, it sucked, and I’ve accepted it. I had no intention of reliving the events over and over again. I had enough real-life nightmares to contend with.
“I hear you, babe. So how’s it been working with Trace anyway?” she asked. “Is it majorly awkward?”
“Not really,” I shrugged. “I’ve hardly seen him tonight.” That part was the truth. He had made himself incredibly
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