My Spanish Love

chapter 5

Written by syaminhazam

Chapter 5 (edited)

Unlocking the locker assigned to me, I put in my bag and my clothes inside the locker.

The uniform is a three-piece suit, which consists of a long sleeve white shirt, a black and white sleeveless jacket and knee-length black a line skirt.

It is quite a modest waiter uniform, I thought to myself. A low humming voice beside me attracted my attention as I'm about to close the locker.

A woman who is in the same uniform as I am was humming a song with her left leg rested on the wall on the side while standing on one leg. Her mouth is chewing something.

Her gaze falls on me as I turn my key to lock the locker.

"New waitress?" her eyes bored into mine.

"Yes, Ella" I shake her hand.

She nodded her head, her lips pressed together into a thin line.

"Melissa, Mel" she showed me the nametag pinned to her uniform.

Smiling to her, I turned my heel toward the door, but she stopped me again by calling out my name.

"Joe asked me to teach you, that's the reason I'm here," she showed me a tablet.

Her fingers move expertly on the tablet, punching here and there while showing me how to take an order and enter the order on the tablet.

Apparently, there is a link between the tablet and the kitchen, so the chef in the kitchen will prepare the food as entered in the system.

Mel then showed me the menu and explains about the food. She also told me the house speciality and lastly, she told me to smile and to bow head every time greeting a new customer.

As Joe told me, my job is to take orders, the servers come and serve the order once the food is ready.

She patted my back, gestures me to walk out, and starts working. Working, a new word in my dictionary, which sound so strange before. Sighing, I walk outside, feeling nervous.

I was amazed by the sight that greeted me when I walk out of the locker room, which is also the staff room. My eyes appreciating the sight in front of me, the restaurant is huge.

There is a magnificently carved staircase to the second floor on the sides. My gaze then shifts to the elevated stage at the centre, a red satin covering the grand black piano.

Mel was right, the crowd would build up with time. The morning crowd consists of few executives who made arrangements for meetings here and a few women with kids.

By lunchtime, the crowd grew larger and I was walking between tables to greet and serve the customers. I did what Mel taught me, smile and bow first and introduce myself before asking for their orders. The tablet was quite easy actually.

My feet were already aching by the time I took a rest. Leonard was with me during the rest time. I took the rest time to change Leonard's shirt and singing him a lullaby, to make him sleep.

I was kissing his forehead when suddenly someone clapped his or her hand behind me.

As I turn my head, my gaze met with the grey eyes, like the colour of the last ashes on fire, or like pale smoke. I hold my breath back, as I didn't expect an audience while putting my son to sleep.

Standing up, I straighten my uniform, dusting it here and there, trying to avert his gaze. He was leaning on the door frame as his eyes studied my face with his leg crossed and his right arm falls on the side and his left arm on the waist.