“Finn, just deliver these plates to table three. Then you can sit down a take a five-minuet break. After that, back to work!” Back out in the dining room, I brought the plates to table three. “Great, flirty girl’s table.”
“Here’s your pasta and chicken parmesan.” “Thank you, cutie,” she says with a flirty smile.
“You’re welcome,” I hesitantly state. I just need to get away from her. I scamper to a booth, my back facing the podium. I saw the man fidget with his phone with an angry sigh. Two seconds later the phone falls out of his hand while a girl walks past to the dreaded table three. The guy, in a daze, struts up to the girls’ table. Flirty girl giggles then gets up, while the man replaces her. “I thought he was supposed to meet a date. Is he trying to pick up another girl?” My thoughts about the man’s horrible decisions were interrupted. Flirty girl was striding towards me.
“Hey, cutie. I’m Megan. What’s your name?”
“I’m Finn. I’m on break, so if you need anything ask Drake, whose working