At Your Service

Chapter 12: Alone

"Carmela, could you do me a favour please?" Sarah asked, nicely and softly as she comes out of the kitchen. I was at the restaurant, cleaning the counter.

I turned around and saw that Sarah is holding a tray with a plate that has a lid on it and a glass of hot coffee.

"Yes?" I walked closer to her.

"Can you take this room service upstairs? I am currently cooking a steak and I can't leave it at the fire."

"Um...sure?" Otherwise, my voice sounded so unsure. She carefully passed the tray to me and I took it. Luckily, I grabbed it nicely with both hands.

"Careful." She stated before coming back to the kitchen.

I was walking slowly to the stairs, really careful because the tray is heavy. What kind of food is this anyway? I was about to put my foot on the first step when I heard someone calling me from behind.

"Carmela, let me help you!" The tray was removed from my hold, swiftly by Clyde.

Not him again.

"Clyde, what are you doing?" I frowned, trying to get the tray back but he was swinging it far so I can't reach it.

"I will help you. You look like you will drop the tray halfway so let me carry it for you. Just tell me where the room is."

"No."

"No room?"

"No! Give it back! I'm working here, Clyde."

"I know and I am not disturbing you. I'm just helping you out so nothing bad will happen to you." He smiled widely as he started his pace up the stairs.

"You're so stubborn!" I groaned.

"So are you." He winked.

"Just the stairs, Clyde. I will be carrying it to the room." I told him as we finally reached the second floor. I took the tray from him and passed through the doors until I reached the number five.

Knocking on the door very kindly and softly. "Room service."

The door opened immediately and I saw that it was an old man wearing pyjamas. It looks like he is also one of the travellers who stays here for the night. "Oh, thank you so much, beautiful." He told me taking the tray from me.

"Alright. Good night." I smiled at him before he closes the door. I went back downstairs to continue cleaning the counters but Clyde won't stop following me behind.

"What are you doing here, kid?" Frank narrowed his eyes at him. "You are distracting Carmela."

"I'm just here to watch her, Frank. I'm not doing anything." Clyde smiled cheekily at him and went back to me. "I will do that for you!"

He was about to get the cleaning scrub from my hand but I was fast enough to avoid it. "You are starting to annoy me, Clyde. You better leave before I shove this stub down your throat!"

"Ooh, feisty. I like it." He winked.

"Get out of here before Red sees you flirting at his wife, stupid." Sarah came out from the kitchen to join us at the restaurant.

"I'm not afraid of Red." Clyde scoffed.

"Yeah, but be afraid if he sues you. Carmela is married to Red. Get that in your thick skull." Frank defended me.

I stocked my tongue out at him. "You have no chance, Clyde. I'm married." I told him with solid strength in my voice.

Clyde sounded so hurt. "Ouch. I just wanted to be friends with you."