The next morning I wake up in my lovely apartment with the beautiful aroma of coffee in the air. I was brilliant to buy one of those timed coffee makers. I fully wake up with a loud and long sigh escaping my nostrils as I glance at my alarm clock, it's 7:38 am. Damn, even on the weekends I can't get myself to sleep-in. I get out of bed and begin my morning routine. I walk to my restroom and begin to freshen up when I get a phone call. Then I let out a load groan. It's work.
"Hey" Jill chimes in on the other end. "I'm so sorry to bug you again Dani, but um...... I was wondering if you could do me like a huge favor and cover my shift at work today? My kid is running a fever and I have to take her to the clinic. Please, please, please do this for me?"
They all know I'm a sucker for the sick kid card. I'm one of the few that work at the diner with no children.
"What time does your shift start?" I ask.
"I was scheduled from 10 am till 3 pm." Great, the early lunch and late breakfast crowd. Luckily it's Sunday, which is usually a slow day anyway, what with our usual crowd of college kids still hungover and asleep from the night before. Still I hate working Sundays. Another plus though, we always close earlier then the norm on Sundays, at 3. I let out a sigh and seal my inevitable fate.
"Call Ashley (our manager) and tell her I'm taking your shift." I state.
"Oh! My! God! Thank you so much Dani, I owe you one!"
"Yeah, you do."
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I pull up to work and read the time on my car clock, 9:47 am.
Well here goes nothing.
I tug on my navy blue dress of a uniform, with the pink buttons, pink collar, and everything. Yeah that's our waitress uniform for Delia's Diner, the small 80's themed local diner in town that seats like 40 to 50 people inside.
When I first started working here I thought the uniform and decorations were all just too cute, now not so much.
There are only three tables of about two or three people when I walk in.
Well I can only hope the day goes by quickly.
I go to the back to clock in and say hi to all the kitchen staff and the other four waitresses working today.
"What are you doing here!" JoJo says so surprised. Her big brown eyes sparkling with interest. She knows I hate to work Sundays.
She's wearing her uniform with her dark brown almost black hair wrapped up in her usual ballerina bun. Her hair is always up you would never know how beautifully long and straight her hair really is. With her olive skin tone and freckle free face and straight nose she almost looks like a model. The slight pink in her cheeks make her look more alive and happy considering the lack of sleep what with the two jobs and full time school she's currently juggling. I first met her in my college algebra class 2 semesters ago and we hit it off pretty quickly. She's 21 like me. She was actually the one who introduced me to the diner and helped me get the job.
"Jill couldn't work, her daughter's sick." I shrug.
"That sucks for you and the kid" Lydia says with a small smile.
Lydia is wearing her dirty blonde hair in two pigtails. Her light blue-green eyes shimmering like the ocean. She has the most perfect eyebrows I have ever seen which are currently raised and her light skin tone matches her light and bubbly personality. She's 22.
Lydia, JoJo and I are actually the only girls that work at Delia's that don't have any kids.
"Yeah I know, but I felt bad and I didn't want her to have to call her mom again. So I agreed to take her shift." I say with a small sigh.
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The Friend Approach
Romance"Is your friend single?" "Does your friend have a boyfriend?" Danielle Rodriguez (aka Dani) is so use to these questions and is also so fed up with them. Ever since her and her best friend Lilly Sloan came to college together she's heard these same...
