Loving Mystery (Ang P.O.V. ng Babaeng Sawi)

1.4. The Friend from New York

Buti at hindi ako naniwala sa mga pinagsasabi ng bastos na lalaking 'yun.

I am in Los Angeles, California. Yeah, right! Cleaning up messy tables and having a bad luck.

This was just part of the problem my Aunt told me in the car in my first day in L.A. Not that I underrate a waitress' job but this is not what I'm expecting. At all. Si Tiya Margaret kasi nang inalok niya ako ng trabaho sa isa sa mga resort niya dito sa L.A., hindi niya sinabing resort pala ng boyfriend niya 'to. Ang sabi pa niya, sa Administration nga dapat ako kaya lang nagalit 'yung isang anak ng boyfriend niya at ginawa na lamang akong isang hamak na waitress. Kailangan ko daw patunayan sa anak ng boyfriend niya na nararapat ang talino ko sa Administration works. Kaya ngayon dito ang kinabagsakan ko. Not to mention, mainit ang ulo ng Manager namin dito sa akin dahil sa totoo lang hindi ko alam. Parang ito na nga 'yung tawag na resulta ng hindipagsunod-sa-isang-sign-mula-sa-universe.

"Excuse me, Miss. Could you clean up our table here?" sabi pa 'nung customer doon sa may table sa balcony.

"Okay, Sir. I'll be right back," I said.

"Where's our order, Miss? We've been waiting here for a moment already," bad trip naman na sabi ng isa pang customer.

"Okay, Ma'am. I'll check on it."

I look at the table number and hurriedly went to the kitchen while carrying the dirty plates and all. The kitchen was a mess just like the people outside. Kumuha ako ng bagong basahan at lumabas. Pumunta ako ng counter at hinanap si Sabrina. Napaka-busy nito.

"Sab, Ms. Table No.22 is growling already."

"Table 22's order, please!"

Before I arrived at the dirty table in the balcony, our Manager stopped me and said coldly, "There's a lot of plates, you go there and wash the dishes."

"But, Sir. I still have customers to attend to... "I disagreed.

"Shut up and move!"

I just stared at his back for a moment and went my way to the balcony.

Well, Sir. Customers are always right.

A while ago, there was only one customer, one blonde blue-eyed hot customer. Now, there were two of them. Could this be one hot day? Grin ^.-.

Matapos kong linisin ang mesa nila, inilabas ko ang aking notepad at pen.

"Can I take your order, sir?"

These were known and special customers. Those who have access to the balcony are rich and influential individuals in California. I bet these are rich young bachelors running away from their busy hectic schedule.

"Of course. Do you have some Italian?"

"For breakfast, you could have Primo Rum Toast."

"That would be fantastic," Mr. Blue-eyed Bachelor said.

"How about you, Sir?" I asked the other Mr. Blue-eyed Bachelor and gave him a smile.

"I just want to see your smile," he said.

"What smile, Sir?"

"That smile of yours," he said while smiling. Geez! He's so hot!

"You want this smile, Sir?" I said and smiled. "But this is my creepy smile, Sir. The Creepy Smile."

They laugh. "Yeah... It looks kinda creepy now that you mention it," he chuckled.

"Told you. Are you still taking my creepy smile, Sir?"