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THE COOL SUMMER air is relaxing against my anxious skin. Crickets are humming off in the distance, and the moon is glowing bright above me.
I don't even care how they're doing inside. I can't take the stress anymore.
It's been about fifteen minutes since I've come out here.
I'm checking my phone for the time, but pocket it afterwords.My nose is a bit stuffy from crying.
Things can get really stressful working in a restaurant, and allot of the people blame the server for stuff that really isn't their fault.
I've gotten yelled at by every table tonight, and it just gets really frustrating.
I don't handle stress well.
My head falls into my arms on the table, and I keep it there for a minuet.
I'm exhausted. My feet are so sore. My wrists hurt from carrying the large serving trays; and my fingers are blistered from burning them on hot plates all night.I lift my head up when I hear the back door to the kitchen open up behind me.
I sniffle, and wipe my face on my sleeve again."Rough night in there,"
Fuck me, it's Gordon.
Why can't it be Marissa? I don't want him seeing me like this.
I nod my head, glancing at him."My dear, are you okay?"
I shrug, letting out a painful chortle. "Sure,"
"Because you don't look it." He stated.
"I just needed to breathe." I reply. I sit up straight, and rest my cheek into my hand.
Gordon takes a seat across from me and looks at my face.
"I know it's been a hard night, but do you think you can keep it going for just a bit longer? You're all Marissa has in there. And, she's counting on you. I'm counting on you."My chest is tightening as I stare at him.
There's something so curious about him.I let out a sigh. "Yeah,"
"Good. I'm proud of you." He smiles softly.
I nod, and force one back. It doesn't last long."It's just, like," the hardest part was trying to talk to him. It feels like my mouth can't speak whenever I'm around him.
My hands are sweating, and my body feels like it's going to start shaking.
"The feeling I got when those tables walked out on me," I shake my head down at the table. "All of them were yelling at me. Every table I've had tonight, minus one, yelled at me and gave me a hard time. It feels so shitty to have people hate you for something that isn't your fault." I feel a heavy feeling drop into my stomach.
"How am I supposed to support myself? This is all I have. I'm counting on those tips." I cover my face with my hand, and take in a shaking breath into my lungs. My voice is wobbling and cracking with each word I speak.
Gordon reaches for my free hand, and holds onto it. My palms are sweating.
I feel so self conscious.I'm sure he's dealt with all of this before, but I actually like the guy. I don't want him to see me broken down in a ball outside of the fucking restaurant.
I don't see any cameras around. This is just a moment for us, right now.
"It can be really frustrating, I get it. But, don't worry. I'm here for a reason, you know." He smiles at me. "I'll get them fixed up."
I nod my head slightly, and sniffle my nose.
"I hope so. Those two are unfixable." I mumble into my sleeve, allowing a soft chortle to follow."There hasn't been anybody so far, that I haven't fixed. We just need to be patient." He lets go of my hand and folds his arms over his chest. He's leaning back in the chair, watching my expressions change. I'm almost wishing he didn't let go of me.
It felt comforting.
I sniffle again and nod, using my free sleeve to wipe under my makeup soaked eyes.
"I really hope you're right." I shake my head with a soft chortle.He smiles at me, and stands to his feet. Gordon rounds the table, and stands in front of me with an outstretched pair of hands.
I glance at his hand reaching for mine, then I look back up to him. I take his hands with my own shaking ones, and stand to my feet.He swings an arm around my shoulders, and rubs his hand on my shoulder to comfort me. "There we go darling." He grins at me. "Go kick some ass in there."
I grin down at the pavement, leaning my head slightly to the side. "Literally? Because I will," I joke, looking up to him. "And I know exactly who's ass I want to kick."
He lets himself chuckle, and looks down at me with a soft smile. "After hours, you do whatever you'd like,"
I smile at our playful banter before returning into the kitchen.
I'm sure Tony will have something to say once he finds out that I walked out.
I can feel the chaotic stress already starting to seep back into my skin the moment I step into the humid kitchen.Gordon pats my back to make me go forward. "You'll be fine, dear."
I look back to him with a soft smile, but remember cameras are on in here.
"Thanks." I speak softly, and return to my station.
'Thanks for meeting me outside when you didn't have to.' I smile at the thought.
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