She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not (gxg)

Part 2 (The Official Beginning)

I sighed as I put on my jean jacket and headed out the front door. I had once again found myself in the exact place I didn't want to be, and didn't think I would be at ever again- about to drive to another serving job. 

Was there anything wrong with being a server at a restaurant? Hell no. Most of the servers I had met at my previous places of employment had been some of the hardest workers I had ever met. But this was not supposed to be my fate again. Dropping out of college for the third time was not supposed to be what happened. 

But it did happen. I still hadn't fully accepted it. But one death of a sibling and heartbreak can do that to a person. 

My new serving job was going to be at Fiore- a nice Italian restaurant on the main street of town. There was one upside to this job- I was going to hopefully make good money in tips if all went well. The downside? Almost everything else at the moment. 

I was about to get into my car- a 2010 Toyota Corolla named Sebastian- when I heard my Charlotte's voice coming from the doorway. "Good luck, Janey!" she shouted out to me. 

I couldn't help but smile. "Thanks! I'll see you later tonight. Try to stay up so I can tell you about it." I called back. 

Charlotte is my 25 year old sister, who I live with. I have three sisters- two of them are with us here. Natalie is 20 years old, and Callie was 23 when she passed away. 

It wasn't a long drive to Fiore, only around 10 minutes. But the entire time the pit in my stomach was getting deeper and deeper. I didn't want to do this again. I didn't want to have to run around like a chicken with its head cut off carrying trays. I didn't want to have to plaster on a smile and conversate with people. I didn't want to have to stay cleaning the kitchen until midnight. But here I was. And I had to accept it. 

It was 3:58 PM when I pulled up to the parking lot. I had to be inside for my first day of training at 4 PM. An hour before dinner started. I already just wanted this night to be over. I wanted to be in my bed, curled up with Calvin, my cat. 

I took a look at myself in the rearview mirror before I headed in. My makeup, which I made sure to wear enough of to look put together but still professional, looked okay and I had pulled my long, straight dark brown hair back into a high ponytail. It took me about five tries to get the ponytail to look okay. 

I felt the pit in my stomach growing even more as I walked up to the double doors of the restaurant. It was a smaller, but upscale restaurant that had a very rustic, Italian home look to it. It was family owned. Aldo, the son of the owner was the one who hired me for the position. 

I was told that a girl named Hannah was going to be my trainer. Right when I walked into the restaurant a girl who looked younger than me with long hair that was darker at the roots and blonde at the ends gave me a small smile. She had on a light pink sweater and a very pretty diamond necklace that was shaped like a heart.

"Are you Jane?" she asked me. 

"I am." I nodded. 

"I was told you were going to be starting today. My name is Courtney, I am one of the hosts. Let me go grab Hannah for you." she said, and gave me another small smile and then disappeared from the host stand.

At least she was friendly. Nothing worse than starting a new job and feeling ignored. I noticed behind the host stand and the plants in the way, a bunch of servers and bussers setting up the tables for dinner. Everyone had on what I did- a black button down with three-quarter sleeves, black dress pants, and an apron. 

Moments later Courtney came back with a girl behind her. She was shorter than me, so she was really short- considering I am only 5'2. She had long, auburn hair that was in a braid. She had very fair skin, freckles, and big hazel eyes. She looked friendly, and I hoped I was right about the assumption.