𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒
and the Kooks
have no other choice than
living together, sharing
the same island. But this summer,
rivalries reached a peak, and
there's no going back.
In which Margot Maybank tries to fix her brother's mistakes, but not everyt...
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Outer Banks, the Wreck July 22nd, 2020 2:16pm
I dashed from table to table, balancing trays of desserts in one hand and pitchers of water in the other. The rush was intense at the Wreck, but I was used to working in those conditions since it was exactly the same at the Country Club. The hardest had been remembering each table's number, but I slowly started to remembering it. As the pace began to ease and people finished their meals, paid their bills, and drifted out, I finally breathed again.
Mike approached me and I waited for him to arrive, a smile on my lips. "Well, Margot, congrats on your first day, you did a great job," he told me.
"Thank you," I responded.
"You can stay behind the counter, relax a little bit now that it's calmer," he said.
I did as he told me and started washing dishes, helping the other waiters who were trying to manage the amount of dirty plates and glasses stacked on the counter. As people were mostly leaving, I caught sight of two young men entering the restaurant, analyzing the room as if they were looking for someone. Soon, their eyes landed on me and they smiled, getting closer from the counter where I was, making my heart drop.
"Topper, Rafe, hi," I voiced as they sat on the bar stools which were on the other side of the counter.
"Margot, what's up?" Topper said, smiling at me way too much for it to be sincere.
"I'm working, as you can tell," I snapped.
Memories from the previous night wouldn't leave my head and as they both chuckled at my dry tone, all I wanted was for them to leave and find another target. Rafe played with his rings and looked at me, amusement spread over his face before he even started to speak.
"I learned you got a new job, so I wanted to visit," he told me. "It's less fancy, I'd say.. more rustic"
I rolled eyes. "Well, is it too rustic for you to order a drink? In case it is, then feel free to leave," I snapped.
"No, actually I'd like to order, what's your suggestion?" Rafe asked me, smirking.
"Here," I grabbed a glass in which I poured apple juice and handed it to Rafe. "It's gonna be apple juice for you, now Topper what do you want?"
Topper laughed at his friend's face, as Rafe bit his lower lip, not taking his eyes off me, a chuckle escaping his mouth even though I could see how hard he was trying to keep it in. Since Topper didn't respond, I served him the exact same drink and walked away, serving other clients who were actually waiting and who weren't only here to annoy me.
"Hey Margot!" Topper yelled, making my eyes go wide.
I walked back to them. "What's your problem? Everyone's staring at me now," I complained, getting closer from the boys.
