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"I gotta go!" Joey called from the kitchen as she hastily threw her hair into a ponytail, two whisps of hair, falling in her face. Turns out, she got the job at Marshalls and tonight was her first night. Jen, Jack, and Brian were all coming to dinner, to christen her first night there. She was nervous about her first day, but luckily she got to have the same shifts as Pacey so she knew someone.
"Alright," Brian said as he walked out from her bedroom, "Good Luck."
"Thanks," she replied, "What time are you guys going?"
"Um...like 7," Brian answered.
"Sounds good," she responded, giving him a quick kiss and heading out the door, "See ya Bri."
She walked to the restaurant. She could walk there from her apartment, making it easy to get there if she was ever in a crunch and her car wasn't available. Tonight, she decided to walk there because Brian could give her a ride home and it was really pretty outside. She entered the restaurant and went straight to the back where she threw her coat on the counter and asked another waitress what she should do. After listening, she grabbed a pad of paper and headed off to wait on her first table. How hard can this be? Joey thought to herself as she saw Pacey walk in the front door, his face was red, he was obviously cold and he looked so cute. Instead of going to the table, she walked over to him first. "Hey Pacey," she greeted.
"Hi Joey," Pacey replied, "First day on the job?"
"Yep, a little nervous," she told him.
"Don't be, it can't be possibly as bad as my second," he smiled.
"Aww...it's okay...my dress will never be the same, and my boyfriend almost had a heart attack, but don't worry about it," she joked.
"Thanks," he said, chuckling under his breath, "Talking on the job, not a good start Joey. I'm going to have to consult the manager about this."
She stuck her a tongue out at him, looking childish, "I'm going." She turned around, glancing at him over her shoulder at him, giving him a smile and a quick roll of her eyes. He smiled back and she got the same feeling she always did when he smiled. That feeling, where her stomach felt all warm and bubbly and fluttery. No one ever made her feel that way before and it scared her. She walked to her first table and apologized, "Hi, My name's Joey, sorry for your wait, How are you guys tonight?"
"Alright," the elderly woman replied, "You?"
"I'm good, thanks," she replied.
"Do you guys know what you want to order?" Joey asked them, pulling the pad out of her pocket and grabbing the pencil from behind her ear. All the while, Pacey was standing, watching her contently. She looked so sexy, standing there, chewing her bottom lip, writing down their order. He could watch her forever.
"Pacey man! Wipe the drool," another waiter whispered in his ear.
"What?" Pacey said, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
"Just get to work," the other man replied as he walked away. Pacey shook his head and walked over to a table, just about to wipe it off, when Joey came up behind him and tapped his shoulder, he turned around, "What's up?"
"Can you wait on that table over there," she asked him softly, nodded her head in the direction of a man sitting at a table towards the back of the restaurant.
"Sure, why?" Pacey asked.
"He's acting all weird," she explained.
"Yeah, I got it," Pacey said, walking over to the table, prepared to take the guy's order, "Hi, what can I get for you?"
"Her," the man said, pointing to Joey, who was waiting on another table.
Pacey shuddered, trying to not make it visible, "Uh, no I meant food wise."
"So did I, she looks like she'd taste good," the man told Pacey.
"Okay, how about you stop talking about her like she's some piece of meat, and just tell me what you want to order," Pacey requested, trying to keep his cool, which was quickly running out.
"Oh, sorry, did I hit some sore spot? Are you two dating? Because if you are, you are one lucky man," the guy asked, shifting in his seat.
"No, but she's currently unavailable, Not that she'd want to date you if she was," Pacey told him, mumbling the last part under his breath.
"God, how I'd like to take her home and do ungodly things to her," the man replied, licking his lips, staring lustfully at Joey.
"You know what?" Pacey started, "I feel really uncomfortable, why don't you just order?"
"Whatever, I'm leaving anyway," the man replied, standing up and walking hastily out of the restaurant. Pacey sighed, shook his head and headed back to Joey, who had seen the man walk out.
"I'm sorry," Joey apologized, knowing it was one less tip for him.
"That's alright, major asshole anyway," Pacey said as he patted her shoulder and walked past her to clean off some more tables.
"Thanks Pace," Joey said. Pace. She just called him Pace. Did he even want to be called that? What the hell was she thinking?
"No problem," Pacey responded. Joey had been waiting on tables all night, and was continually excited about the tips she was getting, Pacey found her excitement over 10 bucks incredibly amusing and would laugh everytime she got that big, smirk across her face. Brian, Jack, and Jen walked into the restaurant around 7 like promised. She walked over to their table after they had been seated.
"Hello, how are you all tonight?" Joey said in her best professional voice, cracking up afterwards.
"I just wanted to say that I expect fully professional behavior on your part Josephine. You do want a tip, don't you?" Jen asked, smiling.
"Well, if you feel a tip is necessary, then who am I to object?" she replied, moving around the table so she could see Brian. She knelt down on the ground, so she could give him a proper greeting. "Hey," she said softly, brushing her lips against his.
"Hello gorgeous," he said, "How's work going?"
"Alright, Pa--," Joey started, but quickly stopped herself, "the other waiters are helping me out."
Jen smirked, noticing Joey's mistake, "Where's that one waiter, Pacey, was that his name? I'd really like to see him again."
Brian groaned, Joey gave Jen an evil look. Jen responded by waggling her eyebrows, and Jack sat by watching the chain reaction to Pacey's name. "I'd like to meet this guy that you all can't shut the hell up about."
"He's not gay, Jack," Jen pointed out.
"I know, but hey any potential friend of Joey's, I'd like to meet," Jack replied.
"Friend?" Brian cut in.
"No, colleagues," Joey answered, "Jen, drop the whole subject of him. I need to stop talking. What do you guys want to order?" After they had told her, Joey gave Brian one more kiss and headed back to the kitchen, where she placed the paper slip on the counter. She felt of wave of pain in her forehead. Pacey caught Joey with the look of distraught on her face as she began rubbing her temples.
"Headache?" Pacey asked.
"Hell yes," Joey replied.
"Want some aspirin?" Pacey suggested.
"You carry around aspirin?" Joey said, laughing softly.
"No, they have some on the back counter. Believe me, I've had my share already," Pacey told her.
"Thanks," she answered as she walked to the back counter and opened the bottle of pills, popping two in her mouth, "I'm tired."
"Yeah, it does get kind of tiring," Pacey agreed.
"Does the manager care if I go out there and talk to my friends?" Joey asked.
"I don't know, probably not, are your other table's food ready yet?" Pacey responded.
"Nope," Joey replied, simply.
"Then I don't see why he would," he said as he rubbed a hand through his hair, thinking for a second, "Wait, what friends?"
Joey chewed her lip, "Um...Jen, Jack, and my boyfriend."
"Oh great, I'll be sure to not come over to converse," Pacey replied.
"That would be a good idea," Joey countered, "However, Jen seems interested."
"Well, I'm flattered, but I'm not quite interested," Pacey explained.
"Who are you dating?" Joey asked.
"Noone," he told her.
"You're not dating anyone?" Joey replied, surprise faltering her voice.
"Surprised?" he asked.
"Yeah," Joey said, nodding her head.
"Why?" Pacey responded.
"I don't know, you're sweet and well--um--attractive," Joey told him.
"Well, thank you, you're quite beautiful yourself Miss. Potter," he complimented.
She gave him a shy smile, her cheeks becoming pink, deciding to change the subject, "Why aren't you interested in Jen? She's cool, hysterical, beautiful."
"Don't get me wrong, she seems great. Just not my type," Pacey replied.
"And what is your type?" Joey said.
"I guess, you'll have to get to know me better," he said as he started towards the exit of the kitchen.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she replied as the bell dinged, signalling the order was ready.
"Get to work," he said between a chuckle, "Now your other table's food is ready, you wasted your time talking to me instead of your friends." He walked out of the kitchen.
Joey smiled, shaking her head, "Definitely not wasted."