Chapter 4

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Chapter 4: Maggie's POV

It was round 6:30. Ash had asked me if I could stay a few hours longer. Business was busy today during lunch hour. Ash had came out from her office.

"You take table 5 than your cut for the evening", said Ash.

I nodded my head looking towards the table. There were two girls and one guy sitting over there. One of the girls had blonde hair while the other had dark hair. The guy was wearing a hat.

I picked up my pen and paper making sure my apron was on me as I walked over there.

"Hi guys! How are you guys doing tonight", I asked smiling.

They all said good in British accents.

"Can I get you guys something to drink?", I asked.

The boy asked if we had any alcohol here and I said we served beer only. They all asked for diet cokes.

"Okay", I said scribblings down their drink orders, "I will be right back with three diet cokes". With that I headed back to get the drinks started.

"How was that", asked Luke.

"Good", I said.

"Well I'm done for the night", he said, "Do you need a ride home?"

"Nahh. Tara said she'd drive me home". I looked over towards Tara. She was waiting table 2 and was looking like she was having a good time. She was serving a college boys' hockey team. All the the players at the table were pretty attractive. Tara was the social butterfly of my friends and as well the flirt.

I began to put ice in the three cups along with diet coke from the fountain in the back.

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Emma's POV:

I picked up the menu that was in the corner of the table.

"Hmm.. Not too many choices here but the veggie pizza sounds scrumptious, dont you guys agree", I asked. Paris and Peter just stared at me wih their eyes wide open. It was the look when someone sees something scary like walking in on your parents or something kind of look.

"What", I asked.

"You didn't see the waitress", asked Peter.

"Oh yeah. She had dark brown hair with a red strip underneath. I tell you I bet she is a punk".

"No you don't get it", said Paris, "She looks exactly like you. Like I think you guys could be twins or something".

I looked at them scrunching up my nose then turned over to the back of the restaurant where the waitress was filling our drinks.

"We look nothing alike," I said.

The waitress sat our drinks on a plate and began to walk back to our table.

"Here you are," she said smiling, "Three cokes. Have you guys been here before? I can tell you all have accents". After she finished those words, we both looked at eachother directly in the eyes. Goodness. She did look a lot like me. Our facial features were exactly the same except she had blue eyes and a scar underneath her right eyebrow. Was she the same height as me? I stood up real fast making it look like I was stretching my legs as I checked to see if she was the same height as I was.

"You all right", she asked. I looked over at her name tag. It said," Hello my name is: Maggie".

"Oh yes just stretching my legs." We were the exact height.

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