They don't know

Chapter 1 (2018)

"Beep beep beep beep"
I slammed down on my alarm clock to stop the beeping and immediately getting up from my bed to get ready for the busy work day ahead. Immediately I set out to the bathroom and got myself ready stripping to take a rejuvenating shower and brush my teeth, moisturize my body and make myself look presentable, putting on mimimal makeup drying my hair, styling it down and putting on my work clothes consisting of my white dress shirt and black pencil skirt and black heels and heading downtown to the restaurant.

I'd been working at The Establishment for about 15 months now and loved my job, the pay was good it wasn't too far from home, and didn't require more hours than necessary. It wasn't high class 5 star restaurant uptightness but a chilled environment with high and low profile guests visiting regularly. I started my job strictly by 10:30 am in time for those wanting a late breakfast or an early lunch.

For a Thursday it got busy really quickly I had a few regulars at my assigned tables and then walked in a new group of people all dressed similarly walking towards one of my 5 five seated tables and all sat down. They all looked to be of Hispanic decent but I could be wrong they all dressed in lovely tailored suits posh sunglasses and they were very loud Speaking in their native language. Right away I approached them ready to jot down their preferred beverages.

As I approached their ruckus quieted down which made me really nervous I didn't like immediate attention on me.
Already knowing what to say I stopped right in front of the table smiled my mega watt smile and , " Good afternoon gentlemen my name is Amelia and I'll be serving you today." Looking around and making eye contact with all of them I proceed in asking for their choice of beverages. After taking note of their choice of drinks I went and submitted the paper and waited for the drinks so I could go and serve them.

Immediately after serving them their drinks I got down to business. What would they be having to eat. By most of their choice of food I came to the conclusion that they all Italians- way to much pasta. These men all looked way too sophisticated and dare I say very attractive... Made me wonder where specifically they'd come from that needed them to dress so formally.

With the help from
one of the other girls who worked with me not 10 minutes later we were setting their food on their table, and I set back to the front of the restaurant to greet more incoming guests. My guests- the Italians at the 5 seater table took their precious time eating their food and got louder the longer they stayed laughing like holigans.

As soon as their meal was finished I collected their dishes while one of them staring at me so intently... kinda weirded out hence I made a bee line for the kitchen.
Back at the front of the store I went to the computers to put in their orders and print their bill.
Once done that I went and put it on the table not knowing who to directly give it to. Mr not so discreet was the alpha of this crew seeing as he was the one to snatch it as soon as I placed it down, was this a way of trying to impress me by paying for the bill, I mean it was quiet a lot of money these people ate nothing but the chefs choice and wine from our finest selection.

I walked away honestly this was a daily thing rich attractive guys coming in here just to show just how much of their money they were willing to spend and think it's their birth right to receive more, this wasn't a strip club or brothel, you'd think with the riches they had they also have the brains to realize that but no they were level headed ass s with brains the size of peanuts. I didn't feel like getting angry at anyone or having to talk some sense into them so as soon as he'd put the money needed into the carrier and left the happier I'd be... Honestly.