"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 F I V E things of the past
curl: the part of the wave that curls over before it breaks.
Thursday's. The most useless day of the entire week. It only exists as a reminder that it's been a really long week... And it is still not over. Not only is it the most useless day. For some reason, it has to be the busiest day of the week as well. I don't know if it has to do with the earths alignment with the sun, but all I can say is I want Thursday to be removed from the calendars... Okay maybe not remove it but somehow make it a little more tolerable.
Unfortunately, I once again got called into work during the busiest time of the day. The lunch rush. I arrived at the diner, in my uniform ready to go at eleven-thirty. My three hour shift has been running overtime as it is now three in the afternoon and the rush is still yet to slow down.
Dawson was perched in the corner of the diner, tapping away on his phone, at his normal table. "Who has table seven." My manager shouts as Gina looks out into the restaurant. "I'll go." She says turning on her heel before I even had the chance to speak. "He's pretty cute." She mumbles under her breath approaching him.
I watch their interaction from a distance laughing silently at how desperate Gina was. She was standing there talking away I assume, twirling her long brown hair around and around her small fingers as she looked at him with her brown eyes.
She placed a menu down in front of him, propping her hands against the table pointing at items no doubt in an attempt to show off her assets.
At that moment Dawson looks up, his eyes meeting mine as a grin finds its way onto his face. He then points over to my direction as Gina's head does a ninety degree turn. He is speaking to before she approaches me with a death glare etched onto her flawless face.
"He is requesting you to be his waitress." She was bumping shoulders with me as she walks back into the kitchen mumbling "I don't know why he'd ask for someone who looks like you" under her breath.
Making my way over to where he is seated, I find myself looking down at the floor admiring my black flip flops and teal blue painted nails. "Hey." I say giving a small smile as I stop in front of his table. His hair is damp and messy, probably from being out in the ocean. A white tee shirt hugs his body and pairs well with his navy blue swim trunks, a pair of sunglasses are folded over the collar of his shirt.
"Ah Ainsley, what a pleasant surprise to see you here." He says with a small laugh brushing a piece of hair out of his face.
I laughed at his greeting "So what will it be Dawson? Let me guess. The usual? Small order of fries and an iced tea?" I ask pulling my pen out of my apron.
