I'm Sorry

Chapter One: Oh No.

8/4 4:30 P.M.

Oh no. Ah, crap. Fuckfuckfuckfuck. I'm late for my shift. I missed the pre-meeting. Tonight was also a wedding party. Oh no. Why did I have to take a nap- Someone walked over to me while I dashed to the back of the room, "You're late, Saitama." I looked at the person, Satoru. His hazel eyes looked into mine. I was about to crack a crooked smile but he shoved me into the hallway, with the two doormen opening the doors. "Wha- Satoru!" I could barely manage to get back on my feet before having the steel doors getting scarily close to my face. He should've woken me up before he left... I sighed. I unzipped my jacket and slipped it off. Jogging to the door on my left, I hurried in, and I tossed my bag down on the floor. I was late enough, it didn't matter. About to open the door back into the prep room, I realised I forgot to change my shoes. "For fuck's sake!" I cursed out. Stomping back to my bag, I yanked out my dress shoes and switched the pair onto my feet, and put my sneakers next to my bag. I straightened my vest and tie.

Half-running out the door, I bolted to the back of the hallway that connected to the kitchen. A chef entered the hallway and the sounds in the kitchen satisfied my ears once again. The sounds of food sizzling. Metal knives chopping food on a cutting board. The bubbling pops of soups being made. Everything. I caught a glimpse of inside the room: People running about for the ingredients they needed, the steam rising into vents, the food falling into the pots, or boiled water to soften. "Saitama, eight steak plates, and two pitchers of water are for table 47! They've been waiting for a bit so good luck!" Satoru called out. Looking to my right, I found two trays with steaming, fresh food. "Got it!" I answered. Sliding my hands under the trays, I slipped them onto a cart. Walking into the waiter's room I got two pitches of water to put on the cart. Forcing the cart to move, I began my way back to the main hall.

Nudging my back against the next two doors, they opened swiftly. I trudged through the doors searching for the table waiting for their food to arrive. Slipping through two older women passing by, I found table 47 in the corner. "Hello~! I'm sorry for the long wait," I smiled at the lady next to me. "So, here's the steak..." I continued putting them all down in front of each person. After emptying the two trays, I grabbed both pitchers and filled their glasses. "So, is there anything else that you need? Or are we good for now?" I queried. "Errr, n-no, thank you th-though!" The girl I smiled at earlier declined. "Alright, enjoy the food!" I answered as I collected the trays and began to look for Satoru. I found my friend two tables away taking orders from a table of ten. About to walk up to him, a man with a rather deep voice called, "Sir! Erm, waiter?" I whipped my head around to a man, most likely around the age of his late thirties who was also well-dressed.

Walking back to the table between the table of eight and Satoru's, I went to the man's side. "Yes?" I questioned. "Can we have a refill for our glass, please?" he requested. I looked at the glasses on the table, there were three. Only ice melting was left in the glass along with droplets of water dripping down the sides. "Of course, I'll be back with a new pitcher," I replied. The man nodded his head as I walked to the back of the room with the cart. Switching the two trays and empty jugs of water with a pitcher of ice-cold water, I found my way back to the table. I poured the water into the three glasses with the ice cubes splashing into the water. After filling them up, I turned away. "Thank you," the middle-aged man said. "No problem," I answered back. I began to walk away but froze. I turned back to the table and commented, "If you need anything else, just ask me." The man nodded and turned away from me once more.

Now I needed to find Satoru. Looking around, I didn't find the brunet with glasses anywhere. I assumed he was in the prep hall. Walking my way back to the double doors, the doormen opened them up for me. I thanked them as I headed straight down the hallway. I jumped trying to look at people's faces, I didn't find him. Maybe the bathroom? Nah. I changed my mind and planned to go to another room. I went into the staff room finally finding my friend. As I got closer to him, I realised that he was cleaning his glasses. "Satoru?" I called out. His head perked up and whipped around to see me. The same hazel eyes looked into mine again, but this time without his glasses. "Yes, Saitama?" He asked. "Why did you shove me into the hallway? I wasn't ready for that!" I pouted. "W-Well, you left me alone to deal with ten tables for an hour, and this was during the first hour of the dinner, too!" He reasoned.