I Want to be Loved By You
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*Warning: The first few chapters are not the best, for I was stuck in my... carroty faze. I don't even know how to describe it. But please continue reading, I promise it gets better. Thank you xx
Work. The hell that is my life. Ok, maybe it isn't all that bad. But waiting tables and having to put up with rude customers all the time isn't my version of a good job. It pays well, and that's all that matters.
My shift is totally abnormal since I'm part time. So today, they decided to change my set schedule, and make me work from six o'clock at night to midnight. Oh joy.
I left my warm and comfortable sweats at home, and went to work in my drab uniform at 5:30. The walk there was freezing. London has the coldest winters. They're always cold and wet, which makes it even colder. So, to work I walk, in my puffy white coat, that makes me look like an even fluffier marshmellow.
When I finally arrive, the warm reaches my body instantly giving me goosebumps from the sudden change of temperature. I go to check in, and I see Riley. The neighborhood player. I've met guys like Riley. I was fortunate to never get serious with one, but still I hate him. All he has to do is flash a smile and the girls swoon. That's how he recieves the majority of his tips. He doesn't seem to fancy me either. So it works out perfectly.
When he spots me, he smiles his signiture smile, and comments on how dashing I look in my uniform today. I give him a curt nod and mutter a "thanks", then return to gather my things for taking orders.
"Aw, babe, why you gotta be like that?" He gives me a pouty face and I hurry even faster to get out of the backroom. But, before I do, I turn around smile the biggest and most genuine smile I can muster, and say, "Oh Riley, I am, and never will be, your 'babe'. Have a nice day." I paused for a milisecond to see his insulted and red face; with that I walked out of the room, and went to take the orders from table seven.
..........
After five very long hours of waiting tables, it reaches to be 11:30, and I was ready to close up early considering it had been a ghost town in here for the past 45 minutes. But, of course, the universe was working against me today, and in came three men dressed in all black with hats and sunglasses covering their faces. Great. The wannabe 'hoodlums' or 'gangsters' that wear their sunglasses even when it was pitch black outside, and they were indoors.
I sighed and picked up my notepad giving myself a pep talk before walking over. Make them like you. Make them like you. If they like you, they tip you, and that means more money. Just suck it up!
I reached the table and smiled brightly. "Hi there, I'm Maci, and I will be your server for the night! Can I get you anything to drink?" I pulled out my pen, and got it ready for their answers. The men were looking over then menu, when finally they pulled off their sunglasses and hats.
"Hi Maci! I'm Niall. This is Liam. And that over there, is Louis."
Work. The hell that is my life. Ok, maybe it isn't all that bad. But waiting tables and having to put up with rude customers all the time isn't my version of a good job. It pays well, and that's all that matters.
My shift is totally abnormal since I'm part time. So today, they decided to change my set schedule, and make me work from six o'clock at night to midnight. Oh joy.
I left my warm and comfortable sweats at home, and went to work in my drab uniform at 5:30. The walk there was freezing. London has the coldest winters. They're always cold and wet, which makes it even colder. So, to work I walk, in my puffy white coat, that makes me look like an even fluffier marshmellow.
When I finally arrive, the warm reaches my body instantly giving me goosebumps from the sudden change of temperature. I go to check in, and I see Riley. The neighborhood player. I've met guys like Riley. I was fortunate to never get serious with one, but still I hate him. All he has to do is flash a smile and the girls swoon. That's how he recieves the majority of his tips. He doesn't seem to fancy me either. So it works out perfectly.
When he spots me, he smiles his signiture smile, and comments on how dashing I look in my uniform today. I give him a curt nod and mutter a "thanks", then return to gather my things for taking orders.
"Aw, babe, why you gotta be like that?" He gives me a pouty face and I hurry even faster to get out of the backroom. But, before I do, I turn around smile the biggest and most genuine smile I can muster, and say, "Oh Riley, I am, and never will be, your 'babe'. Have a nice day." I paused for a milisecond to see his insulted and red face; with that I walked out of the room, and went to take the orders from table seven.
..........
After five very long hours of waiting tables, it reaches to be 11:30, and I was ready to close up early considering it had been a ghost town in here for the past 45 minutes. But, of course, the universe was working against me today, and in came three men dressed in all black with hats and sunglasses covering their faces. Great. The wannabe 'hoodlums' or 'gangsters' that wear their sunglasses even when it was pitch black outside, and they were indoors.
I sighed and picked up my notepad giving myself a pep talk before walking over. Make them like you. Make them like you. If they like you, they tip you, and that means more money. Just suck it up!
I reached the table and smiled brightly. "Hi there, I'm Maci, and I will be your server for the night! Can I get you anything to drink?" I pulled out my pen, and got it ready for their answers. The men were looking over then menu, when finally they pulled off their sunglasses and hats.
"Hi Maci! I'm Niall. This is Liam. And that over there, is Louis."
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Hopefully she's fine, she said she's having some fam probs again
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