The Empire|A.G

Chapter 7

Y/n's Pov

"Yo I need table 4's order"I shout to the chef and all the kitchen staff.

"Hold the fuck up man,I need my table before yours"Lamar says to me

"Your table is 9 they can wait"Lamar rolls his eyes.

"Here's table 4's order"the chef calls out slamming the plate onto the table.

I scrunch my face up "Asshole"I mutter.

"That's what you get bitch"Lamar nudges past.

I roll my eyes with a smile "you're such a dickhead"

"Love you too Y/n"I put my middle finger up at him grabbing the plates.

"Careful you don't slip"he says evilly

"You trip me up and I'll break every bone in your face"I bark remembering the last time this clapped idiot put his foot out in front of me whilst I was walking.

I scraped my chin against the concrete as I hit the floor.

I push open the doors that lead to the dining area,I hold my breath shortly before releasing and walking over to table 4.

"Here are your orders,I hope you enjoy your meals"I say politely placing the plates down in front of the right people hoping they don't make my night even more difficult then they already have.

Just as I'm about to walk away the lady that had been getting on my nerves ever since she got here snaps her fingers "Waitress?"I turn on my heel and put on a smile.

"Yes ma'am"

"There's not enough salt on this"she complains and I clench my jaw still keeping the smile on my face.

"My apologies,the salt shaker is in the basket in front of you"I point to the shaker.

I don't see the reason for her complaint,she couldn't just put more salt on herself.

Stuck up bitch!

As I'm about to turn again she stops by calling me and what she says really makes me want to smash the plate into her face.

"Where are you going?Do it for me"I turn back around trying to keep calm about the whole situation.

I've dealt with worse people than her so I should be able to handle this.

Just don't act on the violent thoughts you're processing in your head right now.

I grab the shaker and ask her where she wants me to put it.

"The steak"I grip the shaker harder and twist it twice.

"More"

I twist it once "Keep going"she snarls making me get frustrated and twist it three times.

"That's too much,take it back"she waves her hand and my mouth drops in disbelief.

"Are you being serious?"I grit

"Why're you still here"I lean forward and take the plate from off the table.

"We need to stop coming here,the employees just radiate poverty"she scoffs to her husband who had been silent the whole time.

I growl and face her "what's your problem"I ask and her eyes widen not expecting me to have heard what she said.

"Excuse me"she puts her hand to her heart.

"Why do you insist on being rude,I've tried to be polite but you're doing everything in your power to make me furious"

"I have done no such thing"