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I didn’t know. Shit.
Shock and confusion coursed through me, and for the
first time, I realized that I truly didn’t know Maddox.
What’s your story, Maddox Coulter? Who are you?
“TABLE EIGHT,” Kelly said, handing me a tray of warm food. I
nodded, bursting out of the kitchen and going straight to
the table she told me.
The soles of my feet were burning and the high heels
were not helping. The restaurant I worked at was nice, the
ambiance was pretty and welcoming, and because we were
the only Grill and Bar restaurant for miles, this place could
get hectic. I wasn’t allowed to work at the bar, though,
since I was still underage. I was hired two months ago, and
I only served tables. The tips were good enough to keep me
here, even though the job was tiring, and some nights, I
could feel the exhaustion in my bones.
I swore under my breath when another customer tried to
catch my attention, waving his arm with irritation.
It was a busy night, much busier than the last few days,
and we were short two servers. Both of them had called in
sick last minute.
“Coming,” I called to him.
I served table eight their dinner, a tight smile on my
face. “Let me know if you need anything else. Enjoy,” I said,
chipperly. It was fake, I was feeling anything but chipper.
I went back to the man who was waving, fishing out my
small notepad from the pocket of my apron. As I got closer
to his table, I noticed that he had already ordered and ate
his food. The plates were empty in front of him. Ah, so he
needed the bill then.
I handed table five his bill and went along to the next
table. The rush came and went. Hours later, I was dead on