I sat silently by the white glossy door, on my red leatherstall, feeling melancholy as I waited for that clock to tick to 6pm. I repeatedly checked my watch, until slowly it creeped closer til opening time. The time was 5:55pm when a tall stocky male knocked on the door, he asked to be seated, so I told him that the restarant was not open til 6pm, but he could reserve a table, he said he would wait before closing to the door and walking off, I thought to myself, why would somebody do that when there was a "CLOSED" sign on the door. I suppose in busy new York people just don't have the time to read, I guessed. I looked at my watch, 5:58, I looked at the copper cealing fan, and felt the cold empty air blow into my face. I felt the door, the smooth gloss flowed across my hand as if it was silk. I readjusted my glasses, as they were slipping off my face. I looked at the clock on the wall across from me, 5:59, I looked down, then looked at my watch, 6:00pm. I got up, tried to fake the best smile I could, my job required me to be positive, but I was stuck, my girlfriend had broke up with me and it was hard so I just faked it, I combed my hair quickly then, "Knock, Knock". Someone was at the door, I opened it, it was a small bald man and his wife. I greeted them, before asking them if they would like a table, they wanted a table for two, so I walked them over to a table near the rear of the restaraunt, she asked if I could get her a water, I looked back, there was another person at the door, I heard her tut and walked away, inside I thought "Damn, I just lost a customer!" But I said to the lady "Yes madam" before walking over to the sinks, I ran the tap for a while, to get the water running cold before filling up a fragile wine glass.
