Stacey
"Hi what can I get you?" I asked, coming over to a family of 4.
It was 5 at night and a crowd of people had just come into the restuaraunt where I worked. It was always busy at this hour, which was our busiest.
I had my white pad ready and waiting, my black pen poised in the air.
The woman had dark curly hair with red bottle earrings and a little too much mascara on her eyes. She was wearing a dark, button up, floral dress with short cap sleeves and white buttons. Her husband, a tall man with long, amber hair and blue eyes, was wearing a business suit. He looked several years younger than her. They had 2 blonde boys around my youngest sister Charlotte's age, 9.
The woman looked up at me.
"Hi I'll have the....." then down at her burgundy colored menu; "fetticine."
"Oh, good choice."
"And I would like the..." the man said, in a deep, smooth, sauve voice; "well darlin what's your number?"
"And for you 2?" I asked the boys, ignoring their father.
"We want pasta we want pasta!" they said.
"Ok what kind?"
"Mac and cheese mac and cheese!"
"Ok."
I wrote this down on my pad.
"He'll have the rosotto," the woman told me, speaking for her husband.
"I can speak for myself Jill," the man said.
She turned to him; "yeah well you're supposed to be ordering food not the waitress."
She looked at me; "I'm sorry about that hun."
I smiled; "it's alrite. What about drinks?"
"Coke coke!" the boys chorused.
The mom looked at them; "no, you're having juice. You've had too much sugar today."
"They'll have juice," she told me.
"Ok and for you 2?" I asked, writing this down.
"I'll have a glass of chardonnay," the man said.
"Ok and for you?" I asked the woman.
"Can I see your wine menu? I'll need a few minutes."
"Sure, of course."
I reached behind me and grabbed a smaller menu of the same color, placing it on the white linen tablecloth in front of the woman.
I went to the next table, an older couple, in their 60's.
"Hi I'm Stacey and I'll be your waitress tonight. Can I start you off with something to drink or an appetizer?" I asked them.
"Yes, do you have coffee?" the woman asked me.
"It'll be right out. And for you sir?" I asked the man.
"Tea, green."
"Ok. Have you decided what you want to eat or do you need more time?"
"We need more time dear," the woman said, looking up at me.
"Ok."
I left, and walked across the large resturaunt through the swinging white doors of the kitchen.
"What do we need, Stacey?" a cook named Mario asked.
"2 pastas at table 4. 2 small mac and cheese, a risotto and a fettecini," I told him.
"Ok coming right up."
