Chapter 8
Kirsten's P.O.V.
Doug handed me a fifty dollar bill just as I was coming back with the left over dishes I collected from tables. "A fifty?" I croaked. That's how much I get payed in 3 days.
"You earned it." He rubbed my shoulder and took the tray from me. "You can throw in the towel for the night, have a nice weekend." I nodded. "Oh, and tell you mum I said hi!" He added. I nodded at that too, and then peered over at Harry's table. He was watching me from the other side of the room. He quickly winked at me, glancing at Taylor first to make sure she wasn't looking; she was texting. Woah, we just went to winking level. I fluttered my eyelashes and pretended to swoon. That made him smirk.
"Kirsten, I really have to go." Zoe stated. "It's almost 9. My family is going to kill me."
"Just stay five more minutes, I need to finish up their check." I love our restaurant, I really do. It's open 24/7. Once I stayed a shift from 12 A.M. to 7 A.M. and you wouldn't believe how many people actually come. I swerved past the tables and headed for the one near the window. I laid down the check at their table, and smiled. I looked at Harry to pay, but Taylor actually slid her Visa card into the plastic flap and pushed it towards me, rough like. I took it. "Be right back," and I turned around. Did he not want to pay? What if we went on a date, and he asked me to pay? It was like a gentleman to do, but the thought slipped away as I was swiping the Visa card and heading back to the table. As soon as I placed it down, Taylor's jaw unhinged as she gawked at her phone.
"Oh gosh, I'm late!" She said putting on her coat.
"For what?" Harry asked, not having the tiniest ounce of interest in his voice. His voice was low, his thick accent showing.
"My friend is having a party at nine o clock," she mumbled. If I was her, I would just say I couldn't show.
"Oh," Harry said. I stood there, hands awkwardly behind my back.
"It was great having dinner, Harry!" Her voice said, sqeaking. It was also just dandy how she ruined a glass, my uniform, and left a bruise on my abdomen. Taylor swiftly (play on words) stood up and walked past me over to where Harry was standing. Harry stood, and he put one arm around her for awkward embrace. She seemed like she was having the best hug of her life, and Harry was hunched over, standing stiff as a board. As soon as she left go, she ran into me, and didn't say a word. I just nodded, I was expecting it.
"So, about that talk," Harry said grabbing his coat as well.
"Wait one second." I whipped around and jogged over to Zoe. "I'll get your food."
"I really don't see the point, my family has probably already eaten." Zoe said, rolling her eyes.
"Well, you still have to pay. C'mon. I know your family. They would like them." I said, leaning my arm on the counter.
"Fine," she spat. She handed over a twently dollar bill, and then digging for an extra one. Each burger was $3.50, and she ordered six. 21 even. I took them out of the oven for her and put them in a foam box.
"Here," I said and put a few mints along with the order, too. She took them and outstretched one of her arms for a tight hug. I hugged her back, she was the best friend ever. I watched her rush out of the door and walk down the street to her car. I snapped back into reality and grabbed an empty tray that was set out for me. I scanned past other tables that had dishes as well, and I nearly forgot about Harry- nearly. He was behind me, and I almost covered him in someones left over spaghetti.
