I sauntered off towards the bar when a charming young man dropped a dish of steak and a salad two feet in front of me.
"Oh my!" I kneeled down to help him pick up the pieces.
"I am so sorry, I just lost my balance for a second." He laughed nervously.
I looked up to see deep blue eyes below sandy brown hair, frayed off to the side. H must've work here. His slightly stained apron and rolled up white sleeves explained it.
"No need to apologize. Here." I handed him a large chunk of the plate.
He stood up with the food and glass on a dish, putting it on the table beside us, he grinned.
"Thanks. Usually the people here would just shun me or yell for being so clumsy. It doesn't help that that was the third broken plate of the night."
"Well not everyone here is as big of a snob as they put off to be. Some of these people go as far as to pull their chair forward to let people sweep the floors." I laughed and got one out of him as well.
"That is absurd! I've never heard of such a thing!" he obviously caught on to my sarcasm. We laughed for a while more. He took out a rag from his pocket and wiped his hands, he extended it. "I'm Louis."
I took his hand and shook it lightly, "I'm Lana" He sat down as I did the same. "Shame you have to work all night long. I'd like to leave as soon as someone ordered me to carry five heavy plates around for hours."
He chuckled, "It's not that bad, I just have to stay 'til at least two to get my full payment. It would help if I didn't have twenty things to do at once."
I smiled reassuringly and lowered my voice just a bit, "If it were me, I'd enjoy a good hour and bolt right through those doors."
He looked over the exit and back at me in confusion, "Why not enjoy the whole night? An hour isn't nearly enough to have a good time in this massive place."
I bit my lip to avoid saying the wrong thing. "This place is just a drag. You'd probably be better anywhere besides this building." I looked down at my nails. "Especially tonight." I mumbled.
Just as Louis opened his mouth to say something, a slim man rushed over holding a notepad.
"Louis, what the hell do you think you're doing? We still have tables to serve! And you didn't finish cleaning the tables. What am I suppose to do with you?"
Louis stuttered. "Sorry sir I was j-just…"
"He was just serving me. We began talking and I guess I just got carried away." I lied and made sure he couldn't see the broken dish under the metal cover.
"Oh, well sorry to disturb you Madame. You carry on with your meal while Mr. Tomlinson finishes serving our guests."
The man walked back to wherever as Louis stood up. Louis chuckled to avoid bursting into laughter. I joined his contagious laughter.
"Well I guess I should go now. Thanks, for not getting me fired, by the way."
"No problem. It was a pleasure meeting you, Louis." I smiled reassuringly.
"Pleasure meeting you as well, Lana." He took his dish and walked back to the kitchen.
That bubbly laughter refused to leave my mind.