My Waiter

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We rode our bikes to 180 Grill since it was only a few blocks away. Once we sat in our usual spot. The waiter came up to our table, a waiter I've never seen before.

"Hello, my name's Luca, and I will be your wait-... Hi," he said with a slight Australian accent, looking at me.

Crap, was he talking to me? "Um... hi."

He smiled a great big smile at me. "Oh, I'm sorry! I'm going to be your waiter; would you like something to drink?"

After we ordered our drinks, and he walked away, Angeline says, "Ooh, somebody likes you!"

"Shut up," I retorted, blushing beet red.

At the end of the meal, we paid, and Luca was by the door.

"Bye, hope to see you later!"

I looked back sneakily, and he was even redder than I was! Maybe he does like me! But... probably not much.




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