I see you
A/N: I've had this idea for a while now and wanted to put it to paper as they say. This is my first fanfic and I have another that I will be posting soon. I'm quite ambitious I know but i just have to get it out there for my sanity! I write stuff for myself, i just hope other people would enjoy it too!
Chapter 1:
Mercedes woke up feeling that today is the day. Well not "THE DAY" but for some reason she felt today holds unlimited potential. She got out of bed and headed out her room to see her housemate Kurt making breakfast.
"Morning Mercy! Breakfast will be ready soon!"
"Morning! Wow that smells good! I knew today is going to be a good day... No I take that back, from the looks of breakfast I think it's going to be a great day!" Mercedes beamed.
"Ready for your first day at the restaurant?" Kurt inquired.
"Yeah! Thanks again for hooking me up and Blaine too!" Mercedes grinned.
"You're more than welcome diva! You know I'll do anything for you boo!" Mercy smiled while Kurt placed a plate of scrambled eggs, crispy bacon slightly burnt just the way Mercedes likes it and toasts in front of her.
After breakfast Mercedes started preparing to leave for work! She needs to be at the restaurant 9am for orientation and to sign work papers before start of lunch prep. Kurt decided to drop by the restaurant as moral support for Mercedes as well as an ulterior motive to see his boyfriend Blaine. The two arrived in front of the restaurant and looked at each other grinning in excitement before entering. Blaine managed the restaurant and acted as host for V.I.P. who frequent their establishment.
"Hey boyfriend!" Kurt called Blaine grinning like a Cheshire cat. Blaine turned around and couldn't hide his joy seeing Kurt. He walked to the two and kissed
Mercedes on the cheek before kissing Kurt and putting an arm on Kurt's shoulders.
"So are you ready for servitude?" Blaine eyed Mercedes.
"Ready as ever! Thanks again for getting me this job, you know I need all the money I can get. Living in New York is really expensive and at least with the clientele here I think I can afford to just have this job and still do what i love!" Mercedes beamed.
"The tips here are the best if I do say so myself!" Blaine winked.
"Well, I better go to work! I'll see you at home Cedes to get all the gossip! Bye boo!" Kurt kissed Blaine again before leaving the restaurant.
Blaine escorted Mercedes to the back office for her orientation and paperwork. Once all the paperwork are signed and all company policy has been relayed, There were a few non-disclosures that needed to be emphasized and understood.
"Now Cedes lastly, everyone working here needs to sign these non-disclosure documents. This is for the privacy of all our customers as well as our company. We cater to a lot of very important people as well as celebrities so we have to ensure that nothing will leak out to the press of anything that we see here in the restaurant. Do you understand?"
"I think I do, but what happens here that the paparazzi don't see once they leave the restaurant?" Mercedes looking a bit confused.
"A lot! Just sign the documents and make sure you don't tell anyone anything!" Blaine pushed the documents in front of Mercedes.
"Even Kurt?" Mercedes asked.
"Especially Kurt!"
"I dunno, he'll be really upset with me if I don't spill any juicy gossip!" Mercedes looked at the documents and sighed.
"One if you don't sign those you can't work here and two you can tell Kurt anything public knowledge. Other than that your lips are sealed!"
"Ok! Boy I thought I'd just be serving food I didn't know that it comes with self-restraint! You're lucky I need this job badly!" Mercedes laughed at herself.
Blaine picked up his phone and asked his assistant to call somebody called Santana to show Mercedes how things work in the restaurant. A few minutes later, a beautiful Latina poked her head inside Blaine's office.
"You called?" Santana smiled at Blaine.
"Hey Satan!" Blaine replied.
Mercedes looked shocked from Blaine's reply.
"Believe me girl you'll agree with her nickname once you get to know her! But anyway, Mercedes this lovely lady here is Santana and she will show you around! Isn't that right Santana?" Blaine smiled at the Latina girl which in return sarcastically grinned back.
"Don't listen to pansy here, I'm an angel; most of the time and it's nice to meet you Mercedes!" Santana smiled at Mercedes.
"Please call me Cedes! I'm sure Blaine's only kidding!" Mercedes smiled back.
"Yeah yeah time is precious and we need to get you armed for lunch service! Come on I'll introduce you to everyone!" Santana grabbed Mercedes.
Mercedes had a look of fear as she let Santana drag her out of Blaine's office. Blaine smirked at the sight.
Santana literally dragged Mercedes around the restaurant introducing her to everyone, from the other servers, the kitchen staff, restaurant host/hostess, even the bus boys and the valets. One thing that Mercedes noticed is that everyone seems to like Santana and feared her at the same time. This made Mercedes really curious but she's too overwhelmed to dig further on this curiosity. Instead she focused on what needs to be done and put aside the grilling some other time when she knows Santana better. After all she can't piss off the person that will show her the ropes on getting the best tips.
Chapter 2:
Soon the restaurant was buzzing with people and Mercedes is happy that she's getting the hang of things already despite a few slips here in there. Tips are really good, and so far she has made well over $200 in the last 2 hours. She can definitely get used to this and seeing a lot of celebrity is a plus. After lunch hour it's the staffs turn to have lunch before prep for dinner.
"So Cedes how you doing so far?" Santana sat next to Mercedes at the table and started nibbling on a breadstick.
"Great! I can't believe I made close to $300 on tips! This is the best gig so far!" Mercedes couldn't contain her joy.
"Santana girl you're slipping! I thought you taught her the ropes?" Tina the Asian girl on Mercedes' other side interjected in the conversation. "I make
$800 in tips and that's from a really slow day. When I say slow day that's me not wanting to exert effort!" Tina smiled.
"I made close to $1000 this lunch hour. I can't really boast about it coz I'm fricking tired from serving a large group on my own! I'd take my earnings and retire for the day but Mr. Blaine said there'll be a lot of V.I.P.s tonight. Even the son's owner will be here and we know how generous he is with tips not to mention an eye candy!" Lauren the big girl sat across from Mercedes.
"Dang! And here I am proud of my $300 and yous all are fricking millionaires!" Mercedes laughed.
"Stick with us girl and you'll be a millionaire too!" Santana winked.
"Hey Cedes!" Blaine walked over to where Mercedes was sitting.
"Hey yourself!"
"So how's the first day so far!"
"Really bad!" Mercedes pouted.
"What? Why?"
"I just found out I'm making small change compared to these three!" Mercedes laughed and Blaine joined.
"I know, these three are the best in what they do!" Blaine winked at the girls.
"Yeah yeah no need to patronize us, what do you want?" Santana rolled her eyes.
"I'm hurt you think I only compliment you when I need something!" Blaine mocked hurt.
"Well don't you?" Santana raised a brow.
"Yeah I do, but that's besides the point!" Blaine smiled.
"Just spill it!"
"Ok! You know Mr. Evans is coming tonight and I need you to be his server for tonight! Please! Blaine begged.
"Yeah I can do it! What time is he coming?" Santana asked.
"Yey! He's coming around 10PM!"
"Hold up! I can't if he's coming at 10PM!"
"Come on Tana, please!" Blaine begged.
"Sorry boss my girl comes first! It's Friday night and i haven't taken Britt out for a month now!" Santana shrugged.
"Tina?" Blaine looked over to Tina.
"Sorry no can do! i already have plans with my man Mike!"
Blaine looked at Lauren.
"So now I'm the last choice?" Lauren smirked.
"Please Lauren! If it isn't anyone of you three then they're as good as fired! you don't want that on your conscience do you?" Blaine begged some more.
"As much as i hate to pass up, but I don't think i can handle Mr. Evans after the party this lunch! i want to go home and soak in my tub tonight!"
"Why don't you let Cedes do it?" Santana suggested.
"You're kidding right? It's only her first day and you want her fired already?"
"Who said anything about getting fired? I was merely suggesting since none of the holy trinity can do it why not let someone else earn the great tip Mr.
Evans always leaves!" Santana explained. "And besides we'll teach her everything she needs to do to make sure she doesn't get fired!" Santana looked at Mercedes with the look of confusion.
"Hey, i'm all for the money but i really want to keep my job! if he's that terrible i rather not risk it!"
"Hush, you'll be fine! After all we're going to teach you everything! aren't we girls?"
"Hell yeah!" Tina and Lauren answered simultaneously.
"That's settled! Thanks Cedes! And thank you holy trinity!" Blaine hugged Mercedes and smiled at the three.
After lunch everyone started prepping for dinner service. Mercedes, Santana, Tina and Lauren sat in one of the tables polishing cutleries.
"The thing you need to remember with Sam is never call him Mr. Evans in his face! He hates to be patronized and he says that Mr. Evans is his father."
"So his name is Sam?" Mercedes asked.
"Samuel Martin Evans to be precise!" Tina interjected.
"Girl don't you read tabloids?" Lauren looked at Mercedes surprised that she doesn't know who Samuel Evans is.
"Sorry, tabloids cost money and I just can't afford to spend time reading gossips when i have to work to achieve my dream!" Mercedes smiled.
Lauren took the time to lay down all the information about one Sam Evans so that Mercedes won't be surprised when she finally meets him tonight. Sam Evans is the third generation of an Oil tycoon family from the south. His father; one Stephen Evans; turned their oil fortune into an empire owning businesses from restaurants to publishing companies. Sam Evans is a whiz at businesses just like his father and grandfather even with dyslexia. He is currently managing one of his father's publishing business and spearheading to open a record label to add to their growing empire. The guy has been the most eligible bachelor in the world for some time now with his good looks and vast fortune, but the media feeds on his player image more than his other accomplishments. Sam Evans doesn't shy away from the public, but he is a private man and things he does in his own privacy should be kept at that.
"He's suppose to be arranged to be married to Quinn Fabray, you know the socialite of the Upper East Side. They're often seen together on important events but seeing him here with all those bimbos i'd say it's all for show!" Lauren finished.
"Well I heard she's the ice queen that's why the boy is looking to find it somewhere else!" Santana laughed.
"She must be coz I don't know anyone who wouldn't want some Sam Evans!" Tina started fanning herself.
"Wow! I should really start getting out of my world. He's starting a record label?" Mercedes asked.
"Cedes is that all you got from my story?" Lauren sounding a little annoyed.
"No no! I heard you but do you think he's looking for up and coming artists?"
"Up and coming meaning you?" Santana stared at Mercedes grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Girl don't even think about it! One thing he hates the most is when people are trying to get in his business while doing some business if you know what I mean!" Santana raised a brow.
"Ok I got it! You can't blame me for trying at least!" Mercedes beamed.
Dinner rush is harder than the lunch hour. More people are trying to get seated which means that turnaround has to be faster. Tips are really good but Mercedes is now starting to doubt herself that she can do this job at least 5 times a week. It is nearing 10PM and there's still no sign of slowing down in the restaurant. Santana, Tina and Lauren caught up with Mercedes taking 5 while waiting for her orders to come out.
"Hey Cedes we're off! Just remember everything we told you!" Santana placed her hands on Mercedes' shoulders.
"Oh yeah! Don't make eye contact if you don't want to get lost in his eyes!" Tina giggled while Mercedes rolled her eyes.
"And girl whatever you do don't give him sass!" Lauren waved her index finger in front of Mercedes.
"Yeah i got it! The tips better be worth it! Go on, leave! if i don't see you guys tomorrow I promise I'll leave a goodbye note to Blaine!" Mercedes pushed them out of the kitchen playfully.
"I'm sure you'll be fine!" Santana smiled.
Chapter 3:
Fifteen minutes before 10PM Mercedes was asked to start preparing the V.I.P. room. A couple of minutes later a tall dirty blonde man with a matching girl in his arms walked in startling Mercedes. Sam looked at her from head to toe before speaking.
"Who are you and where's the other girl?"
Mercedes remembered one of Santana's advices to never say your real name, he'll never remember it anyway and even if he fires you he won't know you're still working there as long as you don't cross his path again.
"Good evening sir, my name's Constance and I'll be your server for this evening! I believe the girl you're referring to is already gone hence me being here!"
Mercedes moved out of the way to usher them in their booth before handing them the wine list.
"I'll take your drinks first so you'll have time to browse our menu!" Sam raised a brow at her.
"You do know who i am right?"
"Pxtxawng!(douchebag!)" Mercedes mumbled something in Na'vi almost inaudible but Sam heard.
"What did you say?"
"Yes sir I know who you are and rest assured I take my job seriously! Lord, Fìskxawngìri tsap'alute sengi oe. (Lord, I apologize for the moron.)" Mercedes said the last part under her breath.
Sam fought hard not to smirk before saying. "A bottle of my usual would do!"
"Yes sir! I'll be right back!" Mercedes quickly left and released the breath she has been holding the entire time.
Mercedes came back to the two heavily making out. The girl looked like she's about to eat his face when Mercedes coughed to get their attention. Sam glared at Mercedes while he watch her approach their table holding a bottle of 1997 Dom Romane Conti. He nodded and Mercedes popped the cork and started pouring, making sure she doesn't spill a drop of the expensive wine. After she finished pouring the wine and placing the bottle in the nearby ice bucket, Mercedes took out her pen and pad paper to make sure she doesn't mess up the orders.
"Have you decided what you're having tonight?" Sam turned to his date and started kissing her while the girl moaned in his mouth.
"Säfpìl asteng tìkan ateng!(great minds think alike!)" Mercedes sarcastically said to herself.
Sam turned to look at Mercedes and eyed her while the girl continued to kiss his jaw line, then down to his neck unbuttoning a few buttons of his shirt.
Mercedes quickly looked at her feet remembering the no eye contact warning.
"I could give you a few more minutes, 10 minutes should be enough!" Mercedes smirked before leaving the V.I.P. room.
"The tips better be worth it!" Mercedes thought to herself while she walked back to the kitchen.
Sam felt annoyed with the server. He doesn't know why it bothers him so much at what she thinks about him. He pushed the girl off of him and straightened himself before looking at the menu.
"What's wrong baby?" The blonde girl asked.
"We're not in a relationship so don't call me that!" Sam half-shouted to the girl. He doesn't know why he felt angry, but all he knows is that he wants to take it out on somebody.
Mercedes came back with a smile and saw that the two are quietly looking at the menu.
"Ready to order?" Her smile widened. Sam looked at her and placed the menu down.
"It's Constance right?" Mercedes looked at Sam and quickly panic rose.
She turned her gaze down to her feet and answered. "Yes sir!"
"You're new here right?"
"Yes sir! My first day actually." She answered still not looking up.
"Look me in the eye when talking to me!" Sam snapped at Mercedes, which made her look up and stare into his eyes.
Like a bolt of lightning electricity traveled to Mercedes making her body shiver. She felt the urge to get lost in his green eyes. He is really as handsome as they say, even beautiful. It just only occurred to her why the girl couldn't keep her hands to herself knowing that tall glass of Sam is sitting inches from her. Heck she too would be all over him if she was honest with herself. She shook her head getting herself out of the trance as Sam said something she didn't get.
"I'm sorry sir, what was that again?" Mercedes asked.
"I said I'll have the Waldorf salad for starters and then the fillet mignon for entree!" Sam repeated.
"And ma'am have you decided?" Mercedes turned to the girl feeling Sam's gaze burning her.
"I'll just have the grilled chicken salad with no chicken please!" Mercedes stifled a laugh.
"Good choice ma'am! I'll be back with your orders in 15 minutes!"
Mercedes turned around to leave, but as she took a step she was stopped by Sam's voice.
"I expect our starters in 5 minutes. Tell the kitchen I will fire them if it's a second more than that!" Sam flashed Mercedes a grin and a look of horror showed on her face.
She quickly made her way to the kitchen seeing that she has only 4 minutes to get the salad back.
"Guys I need one Waldorf salad and grilled chicken salad hold the chicken in 3 minutes, Mr. Evans said he'll fire us if it's a second late!" The panic becoming obvious in Mercedes' voice.
Two minutes later the salads are in front of her and ready to go.
"Don't worry Cedes we know what he's like and believe me he's only pulling your strings! Tony the cold kitchen chef patted her on the back before she made her way back to the V.I.P. room.
Mercedes paused for a moment to compose herself before entering. She avoided looking at them while she placed their salads in front of them in fear of seeing her sweat feverously. Once their salads are in place she stepped back and told them to enjoy their starters and left without looking up.
Sam smirked while eating his salad.
"That showed her!" He thought to himself as he replayed the look of fear in her face and the bead of sweat forming on her temples while serving them.
Ten minutes later, Mercedes came in with his entree and placed it in front of him.
"Would you like some pepper on your fillet mignon?" Mercedes asked. Sam nodded and Mercedes walked to Sam's side of the table and twisted the pepper mill on top of the steak still not looking at him. "Enjoy your meal sir!" She finally looked him in the eyes and gave him a genuine smile. She then turned to the girl next to him.
"Ma'am would you like some dessert? We have a great selection of cakes and pastries. we also have specialty chocolates or if you'd prefer a fruit plate?"
Mercedes offered.
Sam watched Mercedes still with a smile on her face. His heart skipped a beat and he could feel the same electricity running through his body when she finally looked him in the eyes earlier. He shrugged and took another sip of his wine which is running low already.
"We need more wine!" He spoke loudly to get Mercedes' attention.
"Yes sir, I'll be back with another bottle!" Mercedes looked back at the girl.
"Ma'am, if you want I can get you some chocolate covered strawberries and a glass of champagne?"
"Yes I think I'll like that! But i want a whole bottle of champagne! can i baby?" the girl looked at Sam and pouted. Mercedes found it quite amusing and waited for his response.
Sam was irritated that she called him baby again but gave in when he saw Mercedes waiting for him to reply with a wide-eyed smile across her face.
"We'll have the bottle of Champagne instead!" He stared in Mercedes brown eyes and smiled back.
Mercedes printed the bill and looked at how much it totaled. If he is as generous as they say she could be making at least $500. She smiled carrying the bill back to the V.I.P. room and handed it to him while she started clearing the table. She left them for a couple of minutes to return the dishes to the kitchen. He handed back the leather folder to Mercedes as they prepared themselves to leave.
"Goodnight sir, have a safe trip!" She smiled as they make their way out. Mercedes quickly went to the table and gathered the used table cloth and replaced it with a clean one.
Just before Sam closed the door behind him he opened it wide and looked at Mercedes.
"txon lefpom Constance! (goodnight Constance!)" Sam shouted.
Mercedes whipped her head towards the door and saw Sam grinning at her horror struck face. He knows Na'vi and she's done for.