I Want To At Least Try

Introduction

You raced off to work in your old run-down car, praying that the damned thing didn't just explode on you. The car was literally older than you, but you missed the bus that you were used to taking. This high-mileage junk yard piece that you moved to this city with was only your back up.

You came to this city for a fresh start due to a few 'scuffles' in your old neighborhood. You felt it would be best if you left as soon as you could so you did. Thanks to an after school job you kept since you were fifteen, you were able to do so. Your family had a few financial issues, so as soon as you could work, you did. Over half of what you made went towards the family, the rest you would save for yourself.

After running yet another stop sign, you soon pulled up to the local family owned restaurant that you worked at. Once you were out of the car, you slammed your hand down on the lock to the driver's side and closed the door. You jogged off to the entrance of the restaurant while fixing your nametag on your shirt.

"Geez. I thought you were gonna be late again," a tall, dark haired female complained to you once you were inside. "You're making me look bad as the person who suggested to hire you."

You threw an arm around the girl. She was one of the first friends you made when you moved out here, and as she previously stated, was kind enough to help you get this job.

You smiled to her. "Just in time then, huh?"

She rolled her eyes and shrugged your arm off. "Go clock in, will you?"

You jogged off to clock in as you tied your apron around your waist then went to fill your server book with paper at the host stand and say say hi to the host you all had for the day.

This restaurant kept repeat customers who knew everyone's name who worked there, but they all warmed up to you quickly, making you feel right at home. The good majority of the customers were very nice and respectful. The customers, along with those who worked there all made the atmosphere of the diner so relaxed. You weren't used to such a slow-paced environment. It was refreshing and helped calm your own personality.

It was a rather slow night. With it being a weekday, you weren't expecting any big rushes. Within an hour, you've only had about two or three tables, so you spent most of your time in the kitchen, talking with the other servers and playfully arguing with the cooks to pass the time.

A co-worker tapped your arm and pointed off in the general direction of the next table you were to help. You saluted her before heading over.

At the table were two people you didn't recognize. You've never seen them around the city nor in the restaurant. You assumed them to be brothers. They looked very much alike; they were both blonde and looked fairly grumpy and tired.

You approached with notepad and pen in hand. The apparent youngest glanced over to you. His eyes were guarded behind dark sunglasses. You gave a friendly grin to the two and said, "Hello, and welcome! I'm (name), and I'll be your server today. Can I start you off with something to drink?"

The younger one sighed before putting his elbow on the table and leaning on his hand. "You got beer here?"

"Uhm...Yes. I believe so."

"Good. Give me that."

"Anything in particular?"

He groaned. "Surprise me."

You peeked over to the other man when you heard the flickering of a lighter. He was using said lighter for the cigarette already in his hand.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir, but there's no smoking in the restaurant," you politely informed him.