Something of a Storm (All in Good Time Book 1) by Brooke St. James Page B
Authors: Brooke St. James
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and laughed a little as if he couldn’t believe I'd just called him mister.
"I think it's time you got back to your table," I said.
He gave me an appraising glance like he was trying to figure out whether or not I was joking.
"Shoo!" I said, flicking my hand at him.
"It was nice meeting you," he said to Lexi as he walked away.
I let out a sigh of relief once he was gone.
"What in the world were you thinking just now, Laney?" Lexi asked in a calm, measured tone.
"What were you thinking talking to him?"
"He's a customer!" she said. "I was just being nice—making conversation."
"He wasn't just making conversation," I said. "You heard him. He said he wanted to go out with you."
"So what? What's so wrong with that? I may not be ready for a boyfriend right this second, but I'm not going to be a nun the rest of my life. He's cuter than any guy I've ever seen in Greensboro—and nicer too. What's wrong with talking to him?"
Just then one of the hostesses walked up carrying a pile of cloth napkins. "Is everything okay?" she asked.
"Yeah, why?" Lexi asked smiling at her. "Oh, you two just looked like you were having a private conversation or something."
"Oh, no, Laney just came up here to see how I was doing."
"She's doing great," the girl said, looking at me with a huge, hostess smile. "I can't believe this is the first time she's worked in a restaurant. She has a lot of the table numbers memorized already."
"Great," I said, faking a smile. "I was just checking in."
"How do you like working with Trina?" she asked. "She's great, isn't she?"
"Really great," I said. What I really wanted to ask is if customers made a habit of asking hostesses for their numbers, but I knew that would make Lexi even more mortified than she already was. I decided I should quit while I was ahead, so I headed back to finish my shift.
I was only there for a few more minutes before Trina told me I'd done a great job and that I could go home for the night while she finished up. I was getting paid by the hour to shadow her, and she didn't have to share her tips with me, but she still gave me twenty dollars for helping her out.
The lead hostess had no problem letting Lexi go home when I got off, and we were headed home before 9:30. Miller's was only a short walk from our place, and the sidewalk was far from deserted, but it was dark, so I was cautious. I didn't let Lexi see, but I held the mace bottle in my hand with it open and in the ready-to-spray position.
"I'm sorry if it seemed like I was a little hard on that guy," I said as we walked. "I'm just still a little—"
"I know," she said. "I am too. I wasn't trying to hook up with him or anything. We were just having a conversation."
"Can you believe how many people are still walking around out here at nine-thirty at night?" I asked, changing the subject.
"I think it's cool," she said looking around. "The only problem is I'm starving and my feet are killing me."
"I'm hungry too. We'll have to eat a granola bar right before work to hold us over from now on."
"Are your feet okay?" she asked."
"No, they're hurting," I said. "I think we may need to rethink our shoes."
"Especially with the hike to and from work," she said. "I think I have a blister."
"I don't think we'll be able to go shopping before our next shift," I said, "but we'll make it happen soon."
"We don't work till four o'clock tomorrow afternoon," she said. "We can go before then."
"Yeah, but tomorrow's my first day with Peter, remember? I'll be with him until just before our shift starts."
"Laney, I can handle going to buy us some shoes."
I hadn't even considered that. I just assumed she'd wait at the apartment till I got back from Peter's.
"Did you think I was just going to sit in the apartment all day and wait for you?" she asked, obviously knowing what I was thinking.
"Sort of."
She laughed.
"What?" I said.
"I'm not going to be trapped in the house all day."
"Then I'm not going to meet Peter," I said.
"Don’t
"I think it's time you got back to your table," I said.
He gave me an appraising glance like he was trying to figure out whether or not I was joking.
"Shoo!" I said, flicking my hand at him.
"It was nice meeting you," he said to Lexi as he walked away.
I let out a sigh of relief once he was gone.
"What in the world were you thinking just now, Laney?" Lexi asked in a calm, measured tone.
"What were you thinking talking to him?"
"He's a customer!" she said. "I was just being nice—making conversation."
"He wasn't just making conversation," I said. "You heard him. He said he wanted to go out with you."
"So what? What's so wrong with that? I may not be ready for a boyfriend right this second, but I'm not going to be a nun the rest of my life. He's cuter than any guy I've ever seen in Greensboro—and nicer too. What's wrong with talking to him?"
Just then one of the hostesses walked up carrying a pile of cloth napkins. "Is everything okay?" she asked.
"Yeah, why?" Lexi asked smiling at her. "Oh, you two just looked like you were having a private conversation or something."
"Oh, no, Laney just came up here to see how I was doing."
"She's doing great," the girl said, looking at me with a huge, hostess smile. "I can't believe this is the first time she's worked in a restaurant. She has a lot of the table numbers memorized already."
"Great," I said, faking a smile. "I was just checking in."
"How do you like working with Trina?" she asked. "She's great, isn't she?"
"Really great," I said. What I really wanted to ask is if customers made a habit of asking hostesses for their numbers, but I knew that would make Lexi even more mortified than she already was. I decided I should quit while I was ahead, so I headed back to finish my shift.
I was only there for a few more minutes before Trina told me I'd done a great job and that I could go home for the night while she finished up. I was getting paid by the hour to shadow her, and she didn't have to share her tips with me, but she still gave me twenty dollars for helping her out.
The lead hostess had no problem letting Lexi go home when I got off, and we were headed home before 9:30. Miller's was only a short walk from our place, and the sidewalk was far from deserted, but it was dark, so I was cautious. I didn't let Lexi see, but I held the mace bottle in my hand with it open and in the ready-to-spray position.
"I'm sorry if it seemed like I was a little hard on that guy," I said as we walked. "I'm just still a little—"
"I know," she said. "I am too. I wasn't trying to hook up with him or anything. We were just having a conversation."
"Can you believe how many people are still walking around out here at nine-thirty at night?" I asked, changing the subject.
"I think it's cool," she said looking around. "The only problem is I'm starving and my feet are killing me."
"I'm hungry too. We'll have to eat a granola bar right before work to hold us over from now on."
"Are your feet okay?" she asked."
"No, they're hurting," I said. "I think we may need to rethink our shoes."
"Especially with the hike to and from work," she said. "I think I have a blister."
"I don't think we'll be able to go shopping before our next shift," I said, "but we'll make it happen soon."
"We don't work till four o'clock tomorrow afternoon," she said. "We can go before then."
"Yeah, but tomorrow's my first day with Peter, remember? I'll be with him until just before our shift starts."
"Laney, I can handle going to buy us some shoes."
I hadn't even considered that. I just assumed she'd wait at the apartment till I got back from Peter's.
"Did you think I was just going to sit in the apartment all day and wait for you?" she asked, obviously knowing what I was thinking.
"Sort of."
She laughed.
"What?" I said.
"I'm not going to be trapped in the house all day."
"Then I'm not going to meet Peter," I said.
"Don’t
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