"Life is like surfing a good wave. We have those moments where you feel as though you are on the top of the world and those where your life comes crashing down all around you."
Ainsley Matthews, ex-pro surfer, has been though a lot in the past. From...
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C H A P T E R T H R E E table seven
floater: a loose ride- to drift on top of a wave before dropping back into the main part of the wave.
My morning was somewhat chaotic to say the least.
Imagine this. Laying down in your nice, warm bed, the sun beating down on you. Your dreaming about running down the beach with a very attractive surfer, the wind blowing your hair, until your rudely awoken by your phone blaring your annoying apple alarm throughout the room.
"What do you want." I grumble into the phone throwing my head back against the pillows.
"Man somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed." Jessa says her laughter ringing on the other end. "I assume you've slept through your alarm. Your shift was suppose to start at eleven." I feel wide awake as I throw my blankets off my body running into the bathroom. "Don't worry Steven isn't here yet but he will be here shortly so be quick!" She adds in as I throw my toothbrush in my mouth as I begin combing through my hair.
My head was pounding as I fought the urge to empty my stomach. Yesterday wasn't a smart idea, drinking before a morning shift is brutal as a hangover makes the day drag on.
Surprisingly, I had managed to make myself look somewhat presentable in the short amount of time I had. My bed-head was tamed in a high ponytail, my teeth were brushed, and somehow I even had time to put on some mascara and foundation.
I threw my backpack into the backseat of my jeep before hopping in the front seat, speeding off down the road over towards Chancier Cove. Thankfully, for most of the drive, the streets were empty. Only a few cars littered the streets here and there.
It seemed to be a beautiful day to go to the beach to either relax or spend some time in the water, so the lunch rush will probably be chaotic.
As I approached the teal blue diner perched on the corner of Chancier Boulevard I let out a sigh of relief once I noticed my managers car was no where in sight.
Grabbing my backpack and slinging it over my shoulder, I slowly trudged into the diner instantly being greeted with the chatter of customers and by Jessa who grabbed my hand and threw me into the back office.
"Thank goodness you are here!" She says as I throw my bag onto a chair in the corner of the room before pulling out my blue shorts and tank top. "There's a customer over there who won't leave."
"So what does that have to do with me? Why couldn't of you guys got rid of him?" I ask slipping on my shorts and shirt. "Just go out there and tell him to buy something or get out."
"And that's the problem. He won't leave without seeing you first." She says giving me a wink before turning towards the door. "Table seven."
I groan placing my belt on my hips before grabbing my notepad and walking out into the dining area. Taking a look around I realize that the small diner is a lot busier than I had expected. The booths were all filled with families, the bar area was filled with people sipping on cool drinks and there was a line that stretched out the door.
