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It has been a month since Steph and I went to the club and I was finally done with the semester's exams. I still have one more week due to my assigned project and I'm done with school. I can finally graduate and then start my internship as a doctor.
We were already at the beginning of summer, making the weather so hot and working as a per-time worker as a waitress in one of the most popular restaurants, V°I°P, didn't make it easy at all. I could feel the sweat gathering under my white shirt; my forehead needed constant wiping; and I was pretty sure my makeup was a mess at this point.
" Normani, table six and nine please"
" Coming right up, Mrs. Smith," I said as I smiled at her, which she gracefully returned. She is the manager and a very good and kind one, which makes both the workers and the customers love her.
I walked into the kitchen to meet her as she gestured to four plates that were lined up on a stainless steel surface. I managed to balance all four plates on my hands, and I walked over to the kitchen doors and walked backward.
I set the plates down on the second table and wiped my clumsy palms on the front of my apron. I turned to see Selena, the restaurant receptionist, welcoming and directing a couple in. I smiled when I saw they were regulars. They were given a seat. I grabbed my notepad from my apron pocket and walked up to them with a smile on my face. I flipped the notepad to get their orders.
" Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Williams. Welcome to VIP. What can I get you today?" I asked, still with a smile on my face.
" Hi Mani, you look good today," Mrs. Williams said, smiling back at me.
" I doubt that, but you, on the other hand, look breath-taking. Any special occasion?" I asked
. "It's our twentieth wedding anniversary," Mr. Williams answered, taking his wife's hand in his and placing a soft kiss on the back of her hands as they both smiled at each other lovingly.
" That's wonderful. Congratulations," I said, admiring their love and wishing for a love like theirs.
" Thank you, I will like the steak and chips with your best red wine," Mr. Williams ordered.
I jotted it down and turned to look at Mrs. Williams for her own order.
" I will have the same as John," she said.
" Okay, coming right up." I went back to the kitchen to place their orders and took a little bit of a break before sending one of the male waiters to deliver their wine.
As exhausting as the job might be, I loved working here. I have been working here for four years and it has helped me through my tuition and feeding.
" Done."... Ashley, one of the kitchen staff, says.
I placed the plates on my hands and carefully walked out.
" Here you go," I say, as I lay the plates down on both sides of the table.
" Thank you," the couple replied simultaneously.
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