Author's Note: Hey guys thank you all so much for reading and reviewing my fan fic. and thank you for the people who made suggestions for my story I am thinking about using some of them for my sequel. THANK YOU!
Scott stood tall. "I'm Scott Barringer. I'm scheduled to start today." The guy placed the box on the floor and gave Scott a quick handshake. "Follow me." He led Scott down the hallway and into a cramped office.
"Barringer, Barringer," he said, shuffling through a messy pile of papers on his desk. "Here we go." He looked it over. Scott silently prayed that his job hadn't been given to someone else. What if Bruce didn't remember that he'd promised Scott a job? "I really appreciate your giving me this busboy position," Scott said, hoping to refresh Bruce's memory.
"Busboy?" Bruce tossed the applicationon the desk and threw him a waiter's apron. "I'm running low on servers so far, and you've got that wholesome college student look our customers like. If you're good, you'll make triple the money you would as a busboy. Sound okay to you?"
"Sounds great!" He hadn't been at work 2 minutes and he was already getting a promotion!
Bruce picked up his phone and punchd in a few numbers. "Hey it's Bruce...Yeah. Who's on now?....Yeah? She's early. Okay. She's perfect. Let her know I've got a trainee for her, will ya?" He clicked off. "Follow me," he said motioning Scott out of the office.
They walked briskly back down the hallway and through the restaurant's main dining room. Servers were setting up fir the evening dinner rush, and busboys were filing pitchers with water and ice. Scott tried to stay calm, but it was hard for him to hide his excitement. Being a server meant tip city"
At the far corner of the room was a large mohogany bar, in front of shich was a line of tall wooden stools covered in black leather. A sophisticated-looking girl with staright black hair and dark brown eyes sat on one of them, writing somethin on a pad or paper.She wore the standard uniform of white shirt and khaki pants, which fit her well. Extrememly well.
"This is the guy I just called about, " Bruce told her. "He'll be triling you tonite." Me? Trainling her? Scott thought excitedly. He was suddenly very glad he'd taken that breath mint. She smiled at him as she reached for his hand, her full white lips parting to reveal a neautiful white smile. "Hi. I'm Tara."