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Adeana: "Goodbye Hendia."

"Bye you nasties!" I flipped them off before leaving out of the door.


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Today was insanely busy so I hadn't had a break since I got here. I wiped down tables that were left dirty, and I will admit this was one of the things I hated about this job. On the bright side, I'm happy no one over-ate and threw up because I hate cleaning puke! "Hendia!" I heard someone yell and I turned to see my boss rushing over to me.

"Yes?"

"I need you to go take the orders at table 8! NOW!"

She said it in such a serious tone. I nodded before rushing into the kitchen

"Why is the boss yelling at me like the president is here?" I joked. "What table did she tell you to take?" My coworker asked, fixing an order she had taken.

"Table 8."

My coworker walked over to the front, peaking to see who was sitting before her eyes widened. "You need to go take their order NOW! GO!" She pushed me out of the door, causing my confusion to grow.

Why were they acting like this?

I made my way over to the table and when I was about to walk over to the table, this guy who was sitting with a girl, slammed his hand down onto the table, causing me to jump at the loudness. I stopped in my tracks, questioning if I wanted to turn around and walk away.

"Hey!" I looked up to see the guy sitting down snapping his fingers at me. "Aren't you supposed to be taking our orders? Hurry the fuck up!"

Wow, a disrespectful customer with a bad attitude, isn't it my lucky day?

I walked over to the table, locking eyes with the guy. He was so breath takingly hot. I had never seen a guy this sexy! He had really dark hair, brown eyes, and I could see his tattoos peaking through his collared shirt. I looked over to the girl who he was with, and she looked uncomfortable. 'If she doesn't want to be here, I'll sit down.' I thought.

"How are you two doing tonight?" I snapped out of my unprofessional thoughts.

Neither one of them said anything, just stared down at their menus. Rude mother fuckers! "Okay then, may I take your orders please?" I moved onto my next question. "I'll take a grilled chicken salad covered in extra ranch please." The girl said softly.

I heard the guy suck his teeth before letting out a laugh. "Really? A goddamn salad? We come to this nice restaurant, and you pick a salad? Jesus you women have no taste." Damn! Why'd he come for all women over a chicken salad?

"And for you sir?" I was itching to get away from this table. "Get me a perfectly cooked steak, grilled shrimp, and a side of seasoned mashed potatoes." He replied closing his menu.

I would've taken up for the girl, but I couldn't lose my job over this shit because whoever the fuck this guy is, he's clearly a big shot here.

"I'll be right out with your food."

"And don't take forever, I'm starving."

Excuse the fuck out of me?

"Sir, I understand that you are hungry, but you aren't the only person here. Please be paitent as our cooks prepare your food."

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