Cw: swear words, cursing, alcohol, smoking, paranoia, stress, blood, being followed
"I'm going to go a bit earlier, could you cover for me y/n?" Your co worker asked
"Roswita... I'm already covering for Nolan."
"Rush hour is over and there won't be much people here on a Thursday"
"Yea but what if a group comes in. I can't serve all of them while doing dishes, mixing drinks, cooking and I need to finish decorating the rest for Halloween. I'm already a day over the deadline." That was true but you also didn't want to be alone at your job.
"Please honey. I have to pick up my kids from my neighbour and bring them to bed. I can make in back in less than hour." You understood the urgency, her accent which you found kinda sweet made it even harder to say no. She was such a warm hearted and sweet woman... She may have called you a faggot in Spanish once or twice and cursed you out a few time but that only happened during rush hour when it was stressful.
You sighed "45 minutes Roswita"
"Eres un ángel enviado por Dios!! Thank you so much cariño!!" As the front door bell rang hinting that someone else came in, she thanked you and gave you a kiss on the cheek. You noted that the person that came in sat down at table 12.
Smiling softly you finished making a salad with chicken, a steak with veggies and poured two glasses of wine for the couple at table 5.
"Here you go you two. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"We'd like some dessert after we finish the food please." The man said in a English accent, he was wearing the most basic fancy outfit anyone could think of. A white shirt, black suit, black tie. The woman with bangs was in a blue floral dress that matched her brown hair very well.
"Alright. I'll come by once you're finished then"
"Thank you!" The brunette smiled at you
You walked over to table 12 with your notepad out. The hipster at table 2 could wait for a second and empty his whiskey cola mix before paying. The two people sitting at the bar were drinking their beer and chatting loudly about fishing, it was obvious that they didn't need any service right now. One of them had one too many drinks but you decided to not bother him, keeping an eye on the guy would be more professional.
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