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Wait On Me

HAVLEY

Hi im Havley Ortega from the famous Ortega restaurant chain. Apparently I need a sense of responsibility so I have been working at one of the worst restaurant locations we have. Worst because it's where the snobby ass celebrities be going among other rich snobs.

Our restaurant is known for our Latinx dishes. We not talking your usual Mexican dishes we are talking every Latinx or hispanic dish. From Puerto Rican to the most known Mexican.

The restaurant is basically divided. The celebrities snobs don't sit with the normal rich snobs. Then the fuckers come in groups like ever heard of dates, two people?

"Lele MOVE your first table arrived." I groaned. Only the manager knows I basically own this place. It all feels like undercover boss lmao. The manager is my aunt Astrid but no one knows she's my aunt either. I was raised by her father Julio Ortega my mom passed when I was three due to cancer. My father? Never to be found.

I walked to the table taking my notepad out of my pocket. I always focus on my notepad then take a look at the table I'm serving.

"welcome im Havley and I'll be your waitress today can I start you guys off with some drinks?" I looked up from my notepad to make sure that the amount the reservation stated is the same one at the table 4 so there's one missing.. Auntie passed by my side and whispered,

"remember to smile" I shook my head. fuck smiling, i don't like these people.

"So girls are we drinking today or not?" Said oh fuck. Nicki Minaj in all her glory. She's wearing a pink dress with a definitely a 24 Inch weave.

"Oh yes margaritas." Said... Who the fuck is she? Oh well. They kept talking among themselves like i am not standing her waiting for them to freaking answer me.

"So sorry i am late ladies what are we drinking?" Ugh why her?

"Havley right? We will have three strawberry margaritas and 2 blueberry coconut." Said Minaj looking at me. I have my bitch face on and an eyebrow raised.

"Okay three strawberry and two blueberry coconut margaritas. I will be right back." They smiled at me and i just nodded.

Walking back to the bar I gave the bartender the order and sat down to watch around the place.

"Janeera who the hell am I serving?" She laughed standing next to me.

"Oh bitch, that's Nicki of course, Solange, Kelly Rowland, Lala Anthony, and your very best and favorite customer Beyoncé." I busted out laughing. She's the main one i hate, always thinking a bitch wants her man, no bitch i want you the fuck, have you seen yourself?

"Here go back!"

"I hate you." I grabbed the tray with one hand. This place is pretty much empty today. Its Tuesday 3pm. Father Julio wants me to have this sense of responsibility apparently i was wasting too much money and think it comes from trees. Basically it does so!

"Three strawberry margaritas?" Nicki, Solange? And Lala raised their hands.

"Then the blueberry coconut" I set all their drinks on the table and sighed.

"You seem to be in bad mood today."  Had to speak Beyoncé. Petty or not? Always petty..

"Yeah since your husband isn't here." I gritted through my teeth and rolled my eyes. She raised an eyebrow and chuckled. I wonder what's going through her head.

"Appetizers? Are we going with any culture the whole day or mixing it up."

"Give us a while to think about it." I nodded and walked to my aunt.. let me guess she heard me. She grabbed my arm and I heard them bitches laugh. I rolled my eyes shaking my head.