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I like to think of working here as paying ood tables It’s only eleven and I’ve already made a hundred and ninety dollars in tips added to yesterday’s two hundred, I feel positively rich Yes, please No rairls and I will eat like the queens we are tonight

By two,ot horrifically sick on shift and had to leave I a duties but the tips have only gotten better It’s slow after the lunch rush and I a at the hostess stand when a shadow passes overup, I squeak out loud Holy shit The hottestin front of

“Welcome to Hacienda Bar and Grill I’ in what I can only hope is a normal way Of course, this is only after I finally re at“Sir?” I ask when he doesn’t say anything He clears his throat before speaking

“I have a reservation Macfadyen” Ho-ly shit His voice is so deep and there is like this hard edge to it I can totally i my name just like that as he drives into me

“Ah, yes Macfadyen, table for two This way” Of course, a irlfriend

“Actually,was canceled last minute, a seat at the bar would be fine”

“Bar is full I have a sood?”

“Sounds perfect Lead the way” I can feel his eyes on my ass as I walk in front of hi him a bit of a show

I grab a menu from the bin and lead him back to my section and seat him at a two-person booth He sits down and takes the ers touch and I swear les

“Can I start you off with a drink?” I ask butterflies in my tummy

“Sure I’ll take a Coke”

“Sure, coht up”