Service • JDM

You smoke?

"Hi, I'm Jeffrey and I'll be your waiter today."

You were speechless because you never thought about him being your waiter. But then you remembered you had a boyfriend, so it wouldn't be a possibility to get with him. Another thing stopping you would be his relationship status.

You glanced down at his hands and found what you weren't hoping for, a gold band in his finger. Holding in a sigh of disappointment, you looked down at the menu that you hadn't even opened yet. How were you supposed to order if you had no clue what to order.

"So, could I start you off with some appetizers or-" Jeffrey started as he got out a pen and his order book. Once again, Tom cut someone else off.

"Nah, no appetizers for us. No reason to get full on some bread. We are here for the real shit," he said as he began to slur his words.  Why did it seem like he was getting more drunk? He ordered a water... did he get some shots while you were gone or something?

"Uh, okay then," Jeffrey looked at me with a concerned expression. You lowered my eyes and just shook my head in embarrassment. "Well what could I get you all for the entree?" Jeffrey kept his eyes on you, signaling for you to
order first.

You ran a hand through your hair before you let out a light chuckle. "Uh, I haven't really looked at the menu yet. The nights been a bit... hectic," you admitted while gesturing over to Tom. Jeffrey let out a low chuckle that made your stomach flip.

"Well I could make a few recommendations if you would like," Jeffrey said while moving closer to you. He leaned forward and opened your menu, making his  hip brush against you. "What did you have in mind?" He asked.

You looked up from your daze and glanced up at him. You had no clue so you said the first thing that came to mind. "Uh, some sort of salad," you stammered out. Why were you so effected by this man?

"Okay so I would recommend the Red Salad," he began. You focused on his voice instead of what he was saying. You were hypnotized by his rough tone until he said, "does that sound good?" Having to pretend that you were paying attention you simply nodded your head. "Alright. A pretty salad for a pretty lady," he said, giving you a wink that you definitely did not miss. You looked down, feeling your cheeks flush at his actions.

"Hey buddy, quit flirting with my girl and take my damn order." Tom complained while shifting in his seat.

"Yes sir. I will in a moment. Right now I'm gonna have to ask you to put away that flask." Jeffrey put his hands behind his back and put on a smug smile.

"You have a flask?!" you asked Tom as you felt your heart rate rise.

"Yeah you dumb cunt. I don't know how you haven't noticed," Tom laughed, gaining everyone's attention. Your jaw dropped and you saw Jeffrey's jaw twitch.

"Sir. I'm gonna have to ask you to give me the flask. You are not permitted to drink anymore. And please do not say that to her." Jeffrey took a hand from behind his back and grabbed the back of your chair. His grip tightened, making his knuckles turn white.

"I can say whatever I want to whoever I want," Tom said while standing up from the table, knocking his chair to the ground. People around you gasped and began backing away. You stood up as well, you back colliding with Jeffrey's tensed arm.

"Tom we are leaving." You said in a stern tone. You picked up your purse and phone, preparing to walk out.

"Fuck off bitch. You can't tell me what to do." Tom said as made his way around the table towards you. Jeffrey stepped in front of you. He wrapped an arm around your side, pushing you behind him to protect you.

"Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave the building," Jeffrey said in a growl.

"Fuck off!" Tom yelled as he swung at Jeffrey. Jeffrey ducked, making Toms hand fly above his head. By now a couple of the other waiters were surrounding the scene. They grabbed at Toms arms and pulled him back. Jeffrey stood up with anger in his expression. His eyes grew darker and a scowl formed on his lips.

"Just take him outside and call him a cab," Jeffrey announced. His voice was dark as well and filled with irritation. He turned around to you and his eyes softened. "I'm so sorry. I'll pay for your meal if you'd like," he offered.

"It's fine. Unfortunately this has happened before, just not this extreme. But, I should probably go home with him. If I don't he'll only drink more and get worse."

Jeffrey's eyes showed sympathy, but he nodded in acceptance. "They're calling for a cab right now," he stated. You said thank you before Jeffrey spoke again. "Now I'm gonna go outside cause that was fu-freaking stressful," he said with a chuckle. You let out a small laugh as he held back his four letter word.

You watched as Jeffrey turned on his heel and walked into the kitchen area. Once he was out of your view something came to your realization that felt like a hit in the gut. You didn't want that to be the last time you saw Jeffrey. You still wanted to talk to him, even I it was another 'thank you'.

You grabbed your things and made your way out to the front exit. You walked out to the vallet area to find Tom passed out on a bench. You took this as your chance to find your waiter.

You walked to the back of the building, your heels clicking on the pavement. And to your surprise, you found Jeffrey smoking a cigarette. You were kind of stunned at the scene. The moon was just coming up over the horizon, making the water shimmer with a golden color. Jeffrey rubbed his chin and stared blankly as if deep in thought.

You didn't want to ruin the moment but you just couldn't miss the opportunity to speak to him again. You walked up slowly, while trying to figure out what to say. Should you come straight out and say thank you or would a conversation be better. Before putting any more thought into the situation you spoke up with something that probably wasn't the best to spark up a conversation.

"You smoke?"

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