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Scott shook her hand, hoping his wasn't too clammy. "Scott." As he felt his muscles tense up, he focused his thoughts on an image of a soaking wet Shelby. That's it, he thought as the tension seeped away. Keep Cool.
Bruce clapped him on the shoulder. "Okay, Tara, you know the deal. Scott, you're learning from a seasoned pro. Check in with me before you punch out and let me know how your first night here went."
"You sure I'm not going to bug you, following you around like a lost puppy?" he asked, slightyly dazzled by her smile. She tapped him on the arm. "I don't think that's going to be a problem."
"This is where we keep parsley sprigs, lemon wedges, lettuce leaves, that sort of thing." She smiled. "You know to make the food look more attractive."
"There's a lot of sttractive stuff around here," Scott tried, hoping he wasn't being to foward. Tara was so friendly and open that any initial shyness had disappeared. Tara gave him a appreciative glance. "Now that you mention it, I'd have to agree with you."
"Hi," Scott whipped o ut his order pad. "Are you ready to order?" The dark-haired girl on his left glanced at her friend, a mousy-haired blonde, and nodded. "I'll have a coke." "Me too," said the blonde. "2 cokes," Scott said, scribbling that down. "Would you like to hear our dinner specials?"
"Are you one of them?" the dark-haired girl asked, her expression gleeful. Her friend giggled. Scott leaned down so he was eye to eye with the two of them. "They didn't have enough bread crumbs to cover me," he answered flirtatiously.
"you're doing great," Tara said when they crossed paths an hour later. Scott beamed. "Thanks for your help."
"Anytime." Tara made a sad face. "I was kind of hoping you'd screw up so I could be around you more." Scott gulped, "you were?"
"Uh-huh"
He was sweaty and smelly and tired, but as he got into the jeep and started the engine at midnight, Scott wasp umped. So pumped that he rolled down all the windows, stuck in a old CD and blasted it as loud as he could without blowing out the speakers. He'd been more then prepared to meet a hot girl. And now he had.
I cant wait to tell Shelby about Tara, Scott thought excitedly as he cruised down the deserted street. She's gonna flip!