Disclaimer - Original characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, plot lines and characterisations all belong to Aurora, copyright March 2015.
An extra-long one today folks, show me some love ;)
Chapter 25
Thankfully breakfast service went far more quickly than it usually does so I was on to filling lunch orders and doing dinner prep before I knew it. Don't get me wrong, healthy breakfasts are great and taste pretty good too, but I will not be sad when avocado stops being a mega trend, one every now and then is fine but people do not realise that it's not a good food to have several times a day in the name of 'being healthy'.
Speaking of which, one of my main gym inspiration / frenemy / girls I love to hate but love really walked through to the kitchen with a plate of steak and a wary looking expression on her face, which usually only meant one thing. A customer complaint.
Great, that's just great.
Personally I couldn't see why any man, woman or child would complain if Heidi was serving them their food. At almost six feet tall she was the kind of girl who had legs that went on for days and therefore never had to wear heels so knew nothing of the pain and suffering that went with wearing them. Plus she was in great shape, as in Sports Illustrated kind of great shape and I envied her ability to eat at least two burgers every shift and not worry about calories. Having said all that, she was a good friend and we got on fine most of the time.
But jealousy is an ugly thing and never does anyone any good, right?
Wrong, I still hate the bitch a little bit.
"Bella, there's a hot ass piece of man on table seven who said his steak is overdone and he wants to see the Chef." I ignored the part about the looks of the guy because hot or not, angry customers were always a pain in my ass in the worst way.
I cut into it already knowing that it was perfect but glad to see that it was, as had been specified, very much a perfect medium rare.
"Thank you Heidi." I grabbed the plate from her and practically strutted my way through the kitchen out to the floor. I could see Marcus, our restaurant manager, eyeing me warily. He knew I was an ace in the kitchen but whenever I came out onto the floor he got all kinds of nervous because of how clumsy I was. A good waitress I would never make.
Determined not to let this ruin my good mood I felt more sassy than usual and made my way over to what looked like two guys hunched over the rest of their food.
"I had a complaint about the food, is there a problem with your steak Sir." I had my back to the other guy who I hadn't seen yet, but the one I was talking to was huge and looked like he could chew me up and spit me out for breakfast, and not in a good way.
"No problem with the food Sweet Lips, my boy Eddie here was just too chicken shit to ask you to come out and say hi. Now, if I could have that back, I'm really hungry and it's really good."
"Emmett, shut the fuck up!" I turned around suddenly recognising the voice of the other guy and beamed when I saw who it was.
"Edward?"
I could have left y'all hanging without saying who it was but that would be cruel.
Happy Wednesday morning!
-Aurora