It’s almost closing hours and there were only two tables left. Seems like one of them was having a birthday party tonight. The birthday girl looked about 16 years old, her very young brother sitting right next to her and their mom, I’d say 35 years old. There’s another woman with them, perhaps the childrens’ aunt. The other table was used by this quiet couple and I must say, the guy is really lucky with that one… I’d screw his girlfriend on my work hours if I could.
“The table! Go!”, A voice was heard from behind me.
“Yeah, Im on it!”, I replied in a quick notice.
I must’ve day dreamed for too long, better go get those guys’ orders… Walking over to the bigger and more occupied table, I click my pen once, ready to take orders.
“Hey guys, is someone’s birthday up? I think I can smell it. Anyways, what would you guys like?” My eyes were shifting from one person to another sitting at the table.
What a boring choice of food it was, the birthday girl looked so bored as well, oh God. Time to turn the order in, maybe mess with our chef…