Unexpected. (N.H)

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"Prim, table 3." Anna comes speed walking past me to get to her next table.

"Got it!" I yell back to her, but she's already gone to her table.

I walk up to table 3, there is a family of 4 chaotically talking and moving around, the 2 adults trying to calm there children, getting no response.

As I reach there table the mother has managed to get them back in there seats, sitting mostly still.

"Hello, I'm prim, and I'll be your server tonight. Can I start you off with drinks?" I ask almost robotically, and with the fake smile I always put on.

"I'll have a beer, Samuel Adams Boston logger." The father groans and rubs his temples.

"16 or 24 ounces?" I ask, already writing '24' down on my pad.

"24, please."

"I'll just have a water please." The mother politely answers.

I nod, jotting down her order then focus on the small kids.

"Soda!" They both cry.

"Chocolate milk." There mother corrects, making them pout.

With one last fake laugh and a nod I go back into the kitchen to get their drinks.

"I think these families are making me not want to have kids more and more each day." I groan to Steve, who is also filling drinks.

"I just had a little boy start crying when his mom wouldn't let him get beer like his dad." Steve laughs, and I join.

"I feel awful for these poor mothers! The dads don't do shit." I voice.

"Sorry Prim, I can't help you there, I'm a guy, therefor I have to stick up for my kind." He laughs.

"Yeah but you're gay so you can help me out a little." I reason.

"That's true, I find guys butts just as cute as you do." He sighs.

"Yeah, well as much as I'd love to stay and chat, I have a job." I laugh, picking up the filled drinks and leaving the bustling kitchen.

"Anna's coming over tonight!" I call behind me to my roommate.

I don't hear his response because I hurried out of the kitchen to hand out drinks.

Two more hours of tiring work I am finished.

I quickly leave, my arm wrapped around Steve's as we walk the Manhattan streets to our apartment.

As we walk home we continue our usual talk about our hatred for work and love for food.

"All I want is pizza." I groan.

"Same. I'll order it when we get back." Steve agrees happily.

I breath heavily so I can see my breath in the air, Steve does the same thing.

For 22 years olds we are very immature, I guess you could say we haven't really gotten over being a child.

It's fall, my favorite time of the year -which might have something to do with my birthday being in fall-. Living in Manhattan it gets chilly kind of quickly so this morning I wasn't surprised when I had to wear my sweater.

Steve and I finally get home and he immediately orders a large pepperoni pizza.

"Anna should be here in an hour." I yawn, sitting on our worn out, old couch.

"Okay." Steve sighs, plopping down next to me, then snuggling into my side.

This is how most nights end up, we are too tired to do anything so we cuddle on the couch and watch reality t.v until our food is ready.

"Pizza is here." I sigh after I hear a knock on the door.

"Mhm." Steve is half asleep and there's really no use in trying to get him up, so with a groan I make my way to the door.

"$15.10." The pizza guy simply says. I quickly hand him money and take away the pizza, shutting the door so I can eat the cheesy greatness.

"Pizza!" I shout, then here Steve running towards our tiny kitchen.

"Yum!" He yells and snatched a piece from the box.

"I love pizza." I moan.

"So fucking good." Steve nods in pleasure.

"We are sad." I observe.

"I know." He shrugged and took another bite, I just laughing in response.

The rest of the night consisted of Anna drinking most of our cheap alcohol and all of us complaining about work.

So I know it's not good yet... but trust me it'll get better!!

Thank you for reading, you're perfect xx

-Soph.x