A Unique Crossover

Chapter19: An iron, shirking box

Normally I would be stress free on a Friday, because it would be the start of my weekend and I get to sleep until eleven and sometimes till one in the afternoon that's if all my projects and essays are handed in early.
If my Friday starts off on a good note, my weekend will end off on a great note. And if not, then my entire weekend would be moody and grumpy.

But this Friday is stressful, because Ladybug café is having a 'mad house moment' where there are three birthdays being celebrated. Nearly hundreds of people wants coffee and the famous huge seize cake and Ms Miller wants everyone to be on their A game.

Especially when it comes to an important customer who I was waitering right now, "Here is your Peach and Mango Smoothie, Madam Davina. Your Greek chicken salad with extra slice dice tomatoes will be ready in three more minutes."

Putting on my best smile for a late forty year old lady who's dress with fashion that's top class, she doesn't smile to anyone while her amber brown eyes looks dull from bitterness. Her wrinkled lips surrounded the stroll as she slips the smoothie, I was told to never leave her table until Madam Davina has excused me and to call her 'Madam' and not 'Ms' for some reason.

After three little slips, she places the tall glass down before crossing her hands over each other, "Three minutes is too long. I want my salad ready in the next eighty seconds or the chef will be hearing from me again."

Nodding my head while keeping my thoughts all to myself, "Yes, Madam Davina." Walking away from her table until I was close to the kitchen to able to breathe again. Going to the small window that has a wide view of the steamy and tight-fitting kitchen, watching the Spinach chef, Dario finishing off the last ten burgers for the second party with curly fries, "Hey Dario, I really don't want to ask this from you, because I know how busy you are right now, but Madam Davina wants to know how far is her salad? And was hoping, if possible, for it to be-"

"Done in the next eighty seconds?" Dario finished my sentence while handing the burgers over to Chloe who was waitering one of the three birthday parties. He shoots me a small smile as Chloe takes two trays while I took the other two, "Don't worry, I'll just add the dice tomatoes to the salad and the old bat will be out of our hair for the rest of the day."

"Who is this lady anyways?" I asked in a low tone voice that only the three of us would be able to hear. I don't know if it was just me, but 'Madam' Davina reminds me of those wicker, cold and snake tongued characters from Jane Austen's stories, just by her presence alone. "The devil who wears expensive prada?"

Softly chuckling at the refuse that I used to describe the customer who I was waitering, Chloe explained, "Madam Davina is Ladybug's top customer and shareholder on the place. Being one of the top rank of billionaires in Los Angeles, she gets the best service here and expects only the best. Once she nearly dropped her shares when one of our waiters had given her a bad service which led him getting fired on that very day."

"Whoa." I sighed, now I was too afraid to go back to her table after hearing that. I've been waitering tables at this café for nearly a month and I don't plan on leaving anytime soon, "Guess I have to be extra careful around her from now on."

"Wish we could say the same for the screaming and shouting of the little monsters who were born today." Chloe mumbled under her breath just when Ms Miller walked pass us to reach another table. Chloe's blonde hair was tied up in a tight hair bun and looks like she could nearly beg me to switch places with her which the feeling was equal.

"I mean, I remember when I was first asked by Ms Miller to be Madam Davina's waitress for a day which was really a pain along with the crappy tip I got. But I would gladly take her over these spoiled monsters anytime." She said to me before throwing on a forced smile when we handled table sixteen for birthday two, serving their burgers and curly fries.