'Kamille k
Walking into Sylvia's I went to the back to clock in, after I clocked in I grabbed my apron and threw it on before walking through the kitchen.
"How ya doing baby?" Ms. Janice asked
"Im making it" I laughed
"Thats good thats good" She said before going back to her cake. "I believe Pat wanted to talk to you but you just missed her"
"Oh okay im sure she'll be back soon. You know she cant stay away for long." I said walking out the kitchen doors.
Being that it was never empty here it was always something to do and the line was always out the door.
After cleaning a few tables on my side I was able to seat almost half of the line.
"Hello, welcome to Sylvia's can I start you off with something to drink?" I asked the man while he continued to look over some paperwork.
"Yeah just get me some water im waitin' on somebody." He said looking up at me. Everything about this man screamed money. From the watch on his wrist to the very expensive suit he sported.
"Alright coming right up" I said walking away.
After taking about four more tables I had the man's water along with the rest of my tables drinks.
Walking back to his way I seen someone else sitting with him and the closer I got I recognized the person to be none other than Ace.
"Here you are" I said sitting his cup down on the table
"Kamille aint it?" Ace questioned looking at me from head to toe. Being under his watch kind of made me nervous.
"Mhm." I nodded slightly "Would you like something to drink as well?"
"Nah Im good thanks ma'"He said briefly swiping his tongue over his lower lip.
"Okay well if you need me I'll be around here somewhere." I said walking away
About 6 hours later, almost $200 in tips, a few rude customers and a couple nerve wrecking moments it was finally time for me to go.
I decided to go clock out and then see if Mr. Steve was in his office. I hadn't seen him or Ms. Pat all day.
Finally reaching the office I knocked lightly at the door and I got no response. I be forgetting that Mr. Steve a little hard at hearing so I knocked a little louder. Instead of getting a response the door opened revealing him once again.
"Wassup everything straight?" He questioned
"Yeah I was just looking for Mr. Steve"
"He wont be hea' for a couple of days docta's order."
"Is he okay?" I asked scrunching my face up in pure confusion
"Yeah old man don't know when to stop stressin'"
"Well I'll call or stop by the house tomorrow thanks for letting me know." I said walking away
Putting my apron back on the hook and grabbing purse and walked out the building.
Although it was almost one in the morning the parking-lot was partially full. Finding my moms car I quickly got in the car and made my way home.
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Being woken up to by my front door being banged on was not the ideal way of being woken up. Looking over at my phone it was only 7:47 in the morning, luckily last night we were informed that school was cancelled for whatever reason.
