Five Ways To Die

Chapter one: Tuesday

"Order up!" I grabbed the four plates with practiced ease setting two on my forearms. I walked through the swinging door backward, turning to see another waiter coming my way. My mind flashed forward a few seconds, I saw him not seeing the slick floors, I saw him crash straight into my arms filled with plates, he hits the ground before the plates and they shatter on top of him.

"Watch the floors! They're wet!" I shout to him, he looks down and turns to grab a wet floors sigh. I continue weaving through the tightly packed tables. Coffee Coffee is where I have been working since my sophomore year of high school before it was a hole in the dinner that had amazing food, but was kind of near the ghetto, so underrated. That is until a popular YouTuber came and raved about how she goes her to study all the time, that was the first time we had ever seen her, and after that, the place grew to be, well a packed tight dinner with great food. They now only hired the best and most bubbly waiters, the only reason I had a job here was because Bob, the chief, and Jess, the manager, were more a family to me than anybody else. I think they also took pity on me since this was the start of my second gap year before going to college, I still couldn't find the money.

I reached the table setting down the four meals, as I set down the forth I flashed to see the man dragging his white sleeve through syrup, I shifted it slightly up. "What else can I get for you guys!" my voice came out ten octaves too high and ten times to bubbly, but they smiled. Of course, I already knew what they wanted, the man with the breakfast burrito wanted extra sour cream, the woman who was eyeing him like a piece of the cake wanted her fourth mimosa, and the man who was clearly her husband would sharply say "Nothing." After they all completed there orders I smiled politely hoping for a good tip and turned back. I surveyed the dinner seeing if anyone was looking to order or wanting to complain. I saw a woman waiting to be seated at the podium, she clearly did not belong. She wore black jeans and a black shirt but they fit her in such a way that suggested she had them tailored.

"How many," I asked picking up one menu, in anticipation of her answer. I began to turn before I realized she hadn't answered.

when I looked at her expectantly she said, "Just one please."

"Perfect, just this way." I led her to a corner booth knowing that if I didn't, she would ask to move. "I'm Tuesday, I will be you sever today, Jeremy will be over with water shortly. I will be back for your order shortly." I began to turn and then realized she was about to order now, but only if I began to walk away, extremely strange. I stopped for a moment instantly knowing if I asked if she needed anything she would say no, so I started to walk away.

"Actually, I can order now." What a strange thing.

I turned to pull out my note pad, "What can I get you." I asked she was going to ask for me to guess. Now I knew something was up.

"Guess, this is just I game I do, I've been going to a ton of breakfast places to see if they can guess what I want based on how I look and talk, it's for my company." She added.

"Very interesting" I commented. I started thinking of her responses to my guesses, not eggs, nor waffles, or pancakes, no burritos, she would want me to guess the one thing on the menu that here was only one of, "You want a banana crepe." I answered.

"yes please, with a..." she was waiting to see if I would fill in the blank.

"Black coffee," I said taking her menu when she offered it with a nod.

The hour went in a flash, the man with the flirty wife tipped like shit, I didn't end serving the woman with the tailored close because only minutes after Jeremy brought out the food she left. In her wake were a half-eaten crape, a 50-dollar bill, and a business card. I knew if I looked at the business card first I would be all consumed in it, so I shoved it into my apron and took my extremely large tip. This girl clearly meant business, people who have that kind of tip money lying around are not your ordinary joe. Yet I still thought about the woman in every distracted moment.