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|JANIA|

"Three at table five, Jania. One's a kiddie." Tae calls as I grab the tray of drinks from the counter. There's a Coke, a chocolate milk and a strawberry daiquiri for a family of three at table nine.

Why I'm serving table nine when they're not in my section is a question that I keep asking myself repeatedly. However, the answer is simple.

It's nice outside. A warm, comfortable temperature in June. So, of course, people called off. Two people to be exact so now I'm running around serving extra tables. So is the other waitress that came in and so is Taehyung. He called someone to come in but they won't be able to for another hour.

"Alright. I got 'em." I put the tray of drinks on one hand grab three menus as I leave the kitchen area. I drop the menus off to table five before going to drop the drinks off at table nine. I get their entree orders and take them back to the kitchen.

While I'm back there, I take a breather and a water break. Fighting the urge to roll my eyes to the back of my head or be annoyed is proving to be extremely difficult.

"You alright, Jah?" Tae asks as he walks to the dish pit with a filled bus bin.

"Yeah. Just ready to get the hell out of here." The attitude in my voice is clear and of course, he misses nothing about it.

"What's wrong?"

What isn't at this moment in time? When I say that I cannot go anywhere without seeing somebody that Hoseok knows or knew, I mean it. I mean not a single goddamn place. I'm not even safe in my own place of work and I fucking hate it.

I love him so much. But why the fuck did he have to be a goddamn whore when I met him? Why did he have to be so great at giving dick up before we met? He could have given them lousy strokes but no, he wanted to make every bitch he came in contact with feel like she could have been a main bitch strictly off of the sex he gave.

I'm over it. I am over it. I swear I am. But good god. His one night stands are obsessed, his exes are obsessed. It's like, I get it. Really I do. He has toxic baby daddy dick. Great toxic baby daddy dick. Immaculate, wonderful. But now it's my baby daddy dick and I hate that I have to keep seeing bitches that had it.

And more specifically, bitches that hurt my Hoseok and expected to keep him. Are they stupid? They had a good man, fucked that up and expected him to stay? They really expected this man to never heal? Never move on? Was he supposed to be stuck on them forever?

I sigh dramatically and put my water bottle down before walking out to the front again. I put on my best customer service face as I walk to table five. Taehyung better thank his lucky stars that I love him and actually semi, somewhat care about this job.

I get to the table and take out my notepad and pen. "Can I start you guys off with any drinks?"

"Um yeah." Tiffany looks at me. "Can I get a blue raspberry daiquiri for myself, an apple juice and he'll have a Pepsi."

"Yep. And will you be having any appetizers tonight or do you need more time to look over the menu?"

"No appetizers." The guy across from her says. "But can I get the center cut sirloin and with the side of lemon-butter broccoli?"

"Of course. How do you want your steak cooked?"

"Little bit of pink in the middle. I don't want it too brown." He informs politely.

"Medium well then?"

"Yes, please."

"Alright." I write it down and turn to Tiffany. "And what can I get for you and the little one?"