Emeraldine sighed. Of all tables, why did she have to serve that one? This had to be some kind of test.
She shoved her pencil and pad into her schort and approached them.
"Hi," she zei awkwardly.
When the guy at the tafel, tabel finally looked up from his menu, his eyes bulged in surprise.
"Esmeralda! Do u work here?"
"My name is Emeraldine," the waitress replied through gritted teeth. "And yes."
He would remember that if he'd paid a speck of attention on their datum last week.
"Sorry I haven't called," Jason avoided her eyes. "Work has been busy."
"I can see that," Emeraldine mumbled as she glanced at the...
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