So What?

9

It is now Friday. The perfect day to spend all weekend out of the house, not going back until Sunday night. Crash at the dinner tonight, work in the morning, go to Mattie's, crash at her place, go to Andrew's place if I could. That's about how my weekend has always been. But, for some odd reason, I have a feeling that things will change.

I am at the diner, taking an order from an elderly couple to Michael to cook up. It's really not like I have much to do today. Or anyway, for that matter.

Working at the diner was my only pastime since I was like ten. This was how I got the money to get my first board and many others. This was how I got my four wheeler that I keep at Andrew's. Basically how I get anything and everything that my parents thought were to boy-like and unladylike for me.

In a way, I have was going back to the 1800's time period.

I have the uniform that we, the waitresses, have to wear. It's basically a maids uniform. A dress that went high in my opinion. I can feel all the teen boys look at my ass when I bend down. But, I do this only so I can get the money. I even know that the other waitresses feel the same way.

"Can I get someone over here?!" A loud guy yelled to me. I turned around and put on a fake smile as I walked over.

"How can I help you?"

"You can help me by going into the bedroom," he said, smirking at me.

My fake smile never altered. "In your dreams maybe," I told him.

"Ever heard of the customer knows best?"

"Have you ever heard of my foot up your ass, Ash? I told you," a guys says from behind me. Why does he have to be by me always?

"Come on, Zander. Lighten up. I was just trying to have some fun," the guy, Ash, defends.

"In the bed, maybe. I sure you can find a different chick to fuck with." Boy, that boy doesn't pay attention to the way he uses his langue.

I turned away from the table to help someone else out. I ignored all of their calls and catcalls. I did not need this today. I know no one needed this.

Once they all left, I got the table ready for the next people. I did see Zander sit at the bar, probably waiting until I finish up with this.

Once I got everything settled, I went up to Zander. "Thanks for the help back there," I told him once I was behind the counter. He was staring into his cup as i spoke to him.

"It wasn't a big deal," he told me, looking up and making eye contact with me.

"Maybe, but I really was."

"I'm sure that's not true."

"You just think that, buddy. Whatever you say." I turned around to find everyone getting ready to close up.

I walked up to Beatrice. "I can close tonight and open tomorrow for you."

"Would you?!" She asked me like it was too good to be true.

"Yeah."

"Ok, then. Thank you so much, Sky!" She practically bounced off the walls as she left the dinner.

I walked back up to the bar where Zander still sat. "When do you think you are going to go?" I asked him when I got behind the counter, again.

"When ever you leave," he told me.

"Hope you packed an over night bag," I told him. "What do you want to eat for dinner, then?" I asked him as I got into the kitchen.

"What?"

"Food. Now before I decided that you can go hungry tonight."

"Those pancakes that you got me a while ago," he told me.

"Pancakes for dinner, nice choice." I took all the ingredients I needed for those triple chocolate pancakes.

"Why did you say 'hope you packed an over night bag'?" He asked me.

"'Cause this is what I do. I close on the weekends and sleep here so I don't have to go home. I also open in the morning," I told him as I put the pancakes in the pan.

"That bad?"

"That bad." I flipped the pancakes before saying, "can you lock the doors and flip the sign so it says 'Open' on the inside, please, Zander."

"Sure." I could tell he did as I told him.

By the time he was done, the pancakes were done and I had them all ready to be eaten.

I walked to a booth and set the food down along with two cups of coke. "And, dinner is served." I didn't wait for Zander to sit down before I started to eat the pancakes.

"You do this every night?" Zander asked me as he started to eat.

I didn't take the time to respond in words so I just nodded my head as I ate.

"Then we're do we sleep?" He asked.

This time I responded with one word. "Couch."

"What?"

"We share couch. No hogging," I said between fork fills of pancakes. I could see his eyes bulged out of his head.

This will be one unique experience, that's for sure.