Chapter 1
Awakened by the beeping sound of the alarm, I press on the stop button and turn over to the other side of my bed to have a few minutes of sleep. Growing up sucks, I can't believe I will be rushing for work in a few minutes. However, just as I am about to doze off the front door opens and it's none other than Stacy, my best friend, “girl get up, you are still asleep, we have to get to work and you of all people know how Greg gets when you are late for work”. His name alone makes me want to punch him in the nuts, dude has me in a shockhold for no reason. He reminds me all the time that he is the supervisor and I must abide by his rules.
Stacy literally drags me out of the bed and pushes me in the shower. I love my small apartment even though everything is literally in the same room.
Once we are all done and ready to go we head to the diner. The local dinner is where Stacy and myself work as waitresses. It doesn’t pay much but it ensures that I pay my rent and a few necessities are upturned and that’s enough for me.
Due to the traffic and being held up on the sticky bus for far too long we are thirty minutes late for work. We snick into the changing room and just as we were about to head to the kitchen Greg calls my name making us stop in our trucks.
“Scarlet and Stacy late again I see huh”, with our puzzled expressions I manage to say. “Mr Grant, sorry we are late, there was bad traffic today”. He smiles and moves closer with an amused smile on his face.
“you're always coming up with bullshit excuses all the freaking time-” I cut him off and tried to explain that it wasn’t our fault. He looks at me closely and tells us to move along.
We walk away awkwardly while he remains standing there watching us as we go. We make our way to the dining area and start wiping the tables clean. Stacy turns to me with an ignored look on her face” ahhh i hate that guy always thinking he's better than us only because he's somewhat related to the owner”.
I smile, stop cleaning our tables and tell her that she should be wary of him because he could be listening to our conservations. Which might lead to us getting fired if we continue gossiping about him.
“Oh scarlet i could care less”.
“Stacy dont say that i really need this job”.
“I know i know…but he can’t keep treating us like garbage”.
“I know but we have to endure because we both know how we really need this job to pay for both our apartments.”
She’s quiet for a minute and I turn to finish cleaning my table when she mentions something I find really funny. “Yes you heard me scarlet, he's doing all this because he loves you”.
“Stacy come on now that evil guy can’t be doing all this because he likes me.”
“My love sometimes people show love differently”. I laugh it off and move on to the next table. Thirty minutes later we are both done and a few customers walk in. I walk over to them and greet them with the brightest smile which they return. I hand them the menu card and they take turns telling me what they’d like while I am writing down their orders. After I am done with them I head to the kitchen area to hand over the orders to the chef.
Weird even though I have only managed to continue being friends with Stacy while the other waitresses remain cold towards both of us. The chef Martin tries to be friendly but I know he is not, unlike chef thomas his really kind. I take back the food after ten minutes and make my way to other customers. Diner is always super busy in the morning and at night time one can hardly take a break.
The work day goes pretty well without any drama from the customers and Greg. Stacy and myself head back home. We wish each other a goodnight and head to our respective apartments. She is on the third floor while I am on the fourth, the elevator moves really slow. I fear it might break down like it usually does but fortunately that doesn’t happen. I make my way to my little apartment to get a much needed rest.
The next day is pretty early this time around and I make my way to Stacy's apartment. With just one knock the door swings open. “I thought I told you that you shouldn’t knock on the door”.
“Goodmorning to you too”.
She lets me respond to my greeting. “You better get used to me knocking because I don’t want to walk in on you in weird positions”. The last time I walked into her apartment announced she was tied to the chair naked, eyes filled with lust as for the guy she was with. He was balls deep into her and honestly I can't get that image out of my mind. It's like we both relive it together because she only laughs and grabs her jacket then we are off together.
Stacy is a whole lot wilder than I am, she’s had more experiences than me but that's a story for another day. We make it to our place of work and just from the cars packed outside I can tell that we have a full house already this early in the morning. We quickly change, make our way to the kitchen where I greet the chef Thomas and Stacy quickly goes into the arena while I refrain a little. “We have a full house already”, chef thomas answers “yeah its crazy i hear that in the evening it was even crazier.”
“Wow, really?”
“Yep, if we keep up like this there will be a need for a new waitress and one more chef.”
After a little while I head over to the dining area where I get into work mode. There are too many people but that stopped bothering me a long time ago. I remember when I first started here I couldn't keep up but now I am a pro.
I look over at Stacy and along with another waitress named Matilda they are swamped by customers as well. As I take the orders to chef Thomas, he just rolls his eyes and laughs it off. I take the coffees to the tables that need them.
After two hours, we sat lazily in the two empty chairs. It's usually slow after breakfast and the craziness will begin once more at lunch hour. We clean the tables quietly and suddenly the annoying supervisor calls me to his office.
I knock once then he calls me in, “good morning mr grant”.
He smiles too friendly this time, “morning just call me Greg”.
“I don't think that’s a proper way to refer to your supervisor”.
“Oh it's good that you know I am your superviser”, i mentally roll my eyes, this is so annoying. “We are all friends here so i figured you’d call me Gre-“
“I think its better if i called you mister grant”.
He looks at me with a disappointed glance then he finally dismisses me. I head back to the dining area where Stacey looks at me with a knowing look and she chuckles while I shake my head. Before we know it it's lunch hour and the diner is busy again.
