“You have a new table, party of 1,” the hostess told me.
20 minutes to closing, I already was pissed. I put on my best fake smile and walked out to the table. Sitting there was an absolute goddess of a woman; short brown hair, petite but tight body, showing off a red satin dress, a slit in the side showing her long, slender legs, her boobs were pushed up and almost popping out. All of a sudden I wasn’t so pissed.
“Hello Mademoiselle, welcome. I’ll be your waiter this evening, is there anything I can start you with?” I ask her.
“My luck seems to be down and I’ve found myself alone at the end of the night. I think I’d just like to eat some cake and drink champagne,” she said to me.
She looked like she knew how to have fun. I wondered how she ended up here alone tonight.
“Just your luck, we have a pistachio layer cake with cream cheese buttercream, vanilla bean gelato and a caramel pecan crisp,” I informed her.
“That sounds amazing. And bring me out a bottle of champagne to pair with it,” she said back.