𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: This story may include gore, angst and sexual content. Just a reminder that this is just for fun and over boredom. Don't send hate to anyone, including me the author, for liking/making this story. I as an author doesn't have any main...
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The sun shines down onto the neon city. Citizen's bustle throughout the city, kids going to school for 7 hours and people rushing to go to work pretty early.
Uki softly shifted in his bed as his alarm clock rang in his ears. He manages to turn it off and to get up from his bed.
He gently rubs the sleep from his eyes as he gathers items to take a quick shower for the day. After he refreshed himself and dressed for his first day job of the day, he prepared himself and his father breakfast.
He only made himself toast while his father pancakes and eggs.
He strolls over towards his father's room and heads inside, placing the plate of food on his drawer top before exiting his apartment complex.
Uki heads down to a restaurant, walking through the back door, until getting pushed in the back dress room of the restaurant.
"Rush hour Uki" the lady voiced out who pushed him inside the dressing room. "Breakfast is just one of those days" she exclaims with crossed arms, watching the chefs rush around to get orders done.
Uki nodded as he quickly got dressed in the waiter uniform and placed all of his things in a grey locker they gave him. "Okay, what tables I have to server?" he asked as he walked next to the lady.
"The upstairs customers" she stated with a gestured nod to indicate the upstairs.
Uki nodded and swiftly passed through the kitchen and exited the back of the house of the restaurant. He strolls over to the stairs as he walks upstairs, pulling out his small note pad and pen to prepare to take lots of orders all at once
He saw two other waiters going to some of the people, they both glanced over to him and gestured for him to take his first table.
Uki nods as he strolls over towards a family and greets them politely, propping their order down in the small notepad. Then after that table he went to the next, then the next, then the next, and so on.
After he got 15 orders all down, he headed back downstairs and read all of the orders to the chefs. Only bring 5 orders up at a time with a huge tray to carry the plates and drinks.
"I got the water, which tables asked for water?" one of the twined waiters asked him as they both walked upstairs once more.
"Number 35, 37, 41, and 50" Uki stated as he goes over to one of the tables, placing the drinks the people ordered for them before moving to the next table.
