roommates; solangelo

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"I need the number three meal, like now." I hear Annabeth yell at Jason as I carry out a glass of water and a apple juice to table nine. Things were finally getting back to normal at work which was really good. I never realized how much I needed the stability of Bailey's Diner, Annabeth, and Jason to keep me mentally in check. It was like a constant. It was the only thing that never changed.

Of course, I didn't plan on working here forever. I wouldn't work here past age 25 and that was a fact. But, with everything changing, Will and I in this weird place, and the trial, having the diner here as something to fall back to was nice. Plus watching my two blonde co-workers bicker playfully always brought me entertainment.

"Are you ready to order yet?" I asked as politely as someone like me could.

"Yeah, I'll have the grilled chicken salad, with extra dressing and he'll have the," The girl, who I could only assume was the mom, turned towards the younger boy, who was looking excitedly at the menu like it read 'LIFETIME SUPPLY OF FREE CANDY'.

A small, and adorable voice, answered up with 'maccie and ap'els."

I laughed lightly at his pronunciation and pretended to write something down. "Thank you very much, little man," I turned towards his mom. "So that's a grilled chicken salad, extra dressing and...?"

"Mac and cheese with apples," The mother translated. This time, I actually wrote the words down and smiled.

"Okay, thank you." I said. I made my way to put the little tabby thing onto Jason's 'to-do' rack as he called it. Annabeth was carrying away what I assumed was the number three meal to the owner.

Today was an unusually hectic day. I couldn't tell you why, but it just was. Everyone wanted to take thirty minutes to order, two hours to eat, and then proceeded to leave a shitty tip. And you'd think, how is it hectic if they're all seated? Shouldn't it be just walking over to them every now and then?

You'd think, wouldn't you? But, NO! For one thing, everyone wants to leave at a different time, and for the next, it's a lot of 'You'll have a twenty minute wait, is that okay?' 'Yeah, we can do that!' and then you start looking for a table for them, and when you go to place them, they've left! It's like, be honest and just go. We won't be offended.

So I was doing a lot of rushing and not making a lot of money for it. However, some days I did little work but people were just generous and gave me a large tip. Being a waiter had a very unsteady tip income. I've learned to just deal with it.

I scanned the room and through all the hectic-ness of people running around, serving others, and customers running to the bathroom, I managed to find someone who needed a refill on what looked like Coke. I grabbed the pitcher labelled 'Coke' and walked over to the table. I asked them if I was right, the girl nodded shyly so I smiled and poured her drink. She mumbled a shy thank you and I replied with a 'No Problem.'

"A grilled chicken salad extra dressing with a kids mac and cheese, with apples as a side." I heard Jason's voice say. I put down the pitcher and walked over to Jason. He gestured towards the meal and I picked it up. I did the carrying on one arm thing which I was never very good at, and bee-lined towards table nine.

The little boy smiled as he saw me approach the table. "Okay, the salad." I said, grabbing the plate of food and placing it in front of the mother, or maybe older sister, I don't know. She smiled, saying thank you. "And, the mac and cheese for this little guy," I handed him his food to which he bounced up and down.

"What do you say?" The mom asked.

"Thank you!" The kid yelled, his big brown eyes looking up at me.