Waitress On Fleek

Chapter 22

My phone buzzes, indicating an upcoming message. I place a bookmark inside my book and open the message up.

#1Lance: Guess what?! We're starting the restaurant again! You'll start working part-time again- that is, only if you want to work here again.

Crys101: Sure, I need to earn money anyways. And I learned a lot of cooking so I can help at the kitchen at times.

#1Lance: Nah stay as a waitress. It suits you.☺

How flattering.

Crys101: What time do I start today? It's Sunday.

#1Lance: You can come over now if you have time. Megan isn't here but we have some new employees I want to introduce you to.

Crys101: I'm on my way.

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    "Crystal! Meet Tiffany, Max, and Ron," Lance introduces each of them to me.

Tiffany is a cute, short girl with her red dyed hair braided to the side. Even though she braided her hair, the braid still went past her waist. Max, however, looks like a cooking nerd. Does that even exist? Wait, I shouldn't judge. Max's chocolate brown hair is groomed nicely to the side. His green glasses glints in the light as he pushes it up with a finger. On his other hand he holds some kind of notebook. Ron looks like the complete opposite of these two put together. His dark hair is messy and he wears a dark sweater over his dark clothes. His eyes can't be seen since his hair is covering them.

"Hello." I greet everyone and shake their hands. When I get to Ron, he just stares at my hand and walks away from me. I slowly drop my hand and rub it against my jeans, trying not to be so embarrassed and force a smile onto my face. Ron disappears behind the curtain to the kitchen.

"Sorry about Ron. He's not a bad guy once you get to know him," Tiffany says. "We're siblings. Nice to meet you." I nod and stay silent.

"Let's get the restaurant tidied up. Crystal, you can help get the food carts out of the truck outside," Lance orders. "I'll go get Ron. He'll help you."

I watch Lance as he disappears behind the curtain and inhale a deep breath before walking out the door. I hold onto a box, oblivious to its weight, and squeal as it drops out of my grasp, onto my foot. Ouch.

Ron comes out. Without even helping me take the box off from my foot, he walks past me and gets a boost from the cart.

"Carry the boxes better. There's meat in there, you know! You're ruining the good food!" Ron goes back into the restaurant.

His first words to me! Good gracious-

I struggle to get the box off. Once I successfully manage to get it off my foot, I can see a bruise beginning on my toe. Did I really hurt it that bad... 

I pay it no mind and continue placing the boxes down for Ron to bring inside.

He's really strong.

Once all the boxes are out, I collapse onto the sidewalk in defeat.

"Tired?" Lance asks as he sits on the curb besides me. He hands me a glass of cold mango juice.

"I never thought picking up boxes was so hard," I breathe out after taking a huge gulp of the refreshingly cold drink.

"That's because you're weak," a voice mumbles from behind me. Ron.

"Ron, quit being a douche," Tiffany yells at him and smacks him across the head. Ron angrily walks inside the restaurant with Tiffany on his tail.

    "Lance, I've been wondering this for awhile but... where's your mother?" His jaw clenches and he tightens his hold on his cup. "I haven't seen her around lately."