Author's Note: This is a 'memory' or 'flashback' from the character of Morgan in my fic "Perhaps being alone wasn't as bad as i had thought." yes, long title. Umm...so yeah it makes sense without it though...i think. This is just one in a series that i will be doing, because i want to but i'm not quite sure how to fit it in with the story, so i guess these are little sub-chapters. Anyway, enjoy are review please:)
God I hate this outfit. I must look like a real idiot. Not only red and white pinstripe vests, but suspenders and badges too!
"Hi, welcome to T.G.I Friday's, may I take your order?" I tried to sound enthused at least. It's hard to seem happy when you feel like a complete idiot six hours a day, four days a week.
I look up from my notepad, pen poised mid air, and see a black guy and a kid, his kid most likely.
"Uhhh…yeah, we'll have two cokes, I'll have the steak and fries and Walt…what would you like?" The man looks to the boy, who looks like he could care less at the moment. He is engrossed in colouring his paper placemat.
"I'll have some ice-cream" the boy, Walt, states. I look to his father for consent before I write it down. The man sighs.
"Walt, you gotta eat something proper first, then you can have some ice-cream." Wow, If I had a dollar for every time this conversation is had…
"Why? Mom let me have Ice-cream whenever I wanted." Okay, this is getting uncomfortable now.
The man sighs. "Well, your mother isn't here anymore Walt, but I am. So you'll eat something first and then you can have your ice-cream." I chew my lip, it's a nervous habit of mine.
"Umm, we have a special kid's menu…spaghetti, fish and chips, burger, fries. All kinds of…yummy things" Oh god, that is so lame! It's a lie too.
"See Walt…you like fries don't you?"
"I hate fries." The kid hasn't even looked up from hid colouring yet.
"He'll have a burger and fries." I start to write down the order, but am interrupted by the kid.
"I don't want fries." Now the boy is looking at his dad, well, glaring daggers is probably a more appropriate description.
"I promised I'd take care of you Walt, and I will. I'm your dad now," the man states, anger starting to show.
"Your not my dad, you'll never be my dad." There is a long tense moment where the two simply stare at one another. I feel as though I have invaded their privacy, this is a personal discussion that I certainly don't want to be part of. Eventually, the man shuts his eyes for a moment and sighs.
"Make that a bowl of ice-cream." I nod fervently, just happy to be able to get out of here.
"Right, anything else?" Please say 'no'.
"No thanks," the man says bitterly as he looks towards his son.
"Okay, your drinks will be here in a moment," I say cheerfully.
Oh god, wasn't that uncomfortable? Poor guy. Poor kid I suppose too.
I walk briskly away into the kitchen. "Tig, can we please swap tables? They've already ordered and everything," I say, handing her the paper.
"Why?"
"Just…please?"
"Okay, less work for me. Here, you've got table 23."
"Aww…thanks Tig. You won't regret it." Ha, yeah right!
by the way "tig" is the nick name i have for my friend tegan...another useless bit of info there for ya. So yeah, review please andcheck out my other fic: D