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Of course. It's just my luck that he would be here, in my restaurant, and that I would be serving him. God, he's probably gloating right now. Although, I doubt that he knows what the word means. Kim did say that there are some Rangers coming for early dinner. I had no idea that New York Rangers meant Derek.
As I'm standing beside his table, with a complete baffled look might I ad, Derek gets us from his chair and proceeds to walk in my direction. Seriously, what does he think he's doing? He comes to stand next to me and spreads his arms out as if he wanted to hug me. Yea, right, Derek Venturi and hugging. Hesitantly, I lean my body forward and envelope him in a semi-hug. He pulls back and I stand still going over million reasons why Derek would be so nice. His voice draws me out of my little mind debate.
"Guys, this is Casey McDonald. We've known each other since we were teenagers. Although I have to say that we probably hated each other back then." I look up at him and he turns his face to me. "By the way Case, these are some of my teammates. That's Sean, Henrik, and Brandon."
"Nice to meet you guys," I cordially tell them, "what can I get you guys today?" They all start looking down at their menus, all except for Derek. He's still standing right next to me, and I have to admit, it's making me a bit uncomfortable. I look over the table and seeing that the guys are still deciding on what to get I start backing away.
"I'll give you guys a couple more minutes." With that I turn on my heel and walk to the kitchen as fast as I can without looking like I'm running away.
Once I'm safely behind the metal door, I sit down on the nearby stool and let my mind wander. Why is he here? Well, ok, I know why he's in the city. But why out of all the restaurants in New York, why did he have to end up in the one I was working in? Trust me when I say this, the food here isn't so great.
I must've sat in the kitchen for a while, because Kim came to get me. She told my table looked ready to order. With a heavy sigh, I got up and proceeded to walk out to the main dining room with very shaky legs. I prayed that my voice wouldn't betray my nervousness.
"So what can I get you guys?"
They began ordering food. As I was writing their orders down, I felt someone's eyes on me. Lifting my head slightly, I was met with Derek's eyes, staring at me intently. Why was he looking at me like that? Probably looking for something wrong about me to pick on me about. And why didn't he tell these guys I was his stepsister? Granted, we aren't really stepsiblings but we did live together under the same roof. He's just probably ashamed to admit that I was in any way part of his family.
As the guys get quiet, I take that as my cue to retreat back to the kitchen. I am almost half way there when a hand on my elbow stops me. I turn around to find that the hand belong to Derek.
I look at him expectantly, waiting for whatever he has to say.
"Sorry, Casey, I didn't mean to startle you, but you didn't take down my order." Yeah, at this point the embarrassment is kicking in full time.
"Sorry Derek, what can I get you?"
"I'd like to get the New York Sirloin steak, medium rare. And I'd like to know what time you get off work." He smiles smugly and I can't help but scoff. If only I could wipe that smug smirk off his face.
"Look Derek. If my mom sent you here to check up on me then you can tell her that I'm fine." He looks at me a bit taken aback by my response. Nevertheless, I continue my response. "On that note, you don't have to act as if you are so happy to see me." I start turning around and going into the kitchen.
For the remainder of their dinner, I tried to avoid their table as much as I could. Much to my happiness, the restaurant started filling up and I happily acknowledged the fact that I had more customers to tend to. When they asked for the check, I happily put it on the table, knowing this meant that this was almost over. Derek, paid for the dinner, and they started to gather up to leave. Before I had any chance of sighing in relief, Derek came over to me with the check.
"So Casey, will you tell me what time you get off work or do I have to find that out the hard way?" He asked.
"Derek, I don't know what you're trying to do here, but please stop." With that I handed over the receipt to him and started walking away. As I looked over my shoulder, I saw Derek standing in the same spot with a smirk on his face. When he saw me looking over said, "I'll see ya later Casey." And with that he turned around and walked out of the restaurant.
