It is Just a Virus

Chapter five

"Dan, come here." David, our bartender, has already prepared an order, which should be attributed to the table near the wall. The third company came to the cafe today. On Thursday it's a lot! With the account that in the cafe in real life people do not go much, but today they are sold out. Apparently, yesterday's event in the V-world influenced the mood of people.

I went to the bar. I put two coffee, two red teas, a sugar bowl and a plate of cookies on a tray, which I grabbed on the way to the counter. I went to the table number 4. Behind him sat three guys and a girl. They quietly communicated, not drawing attention to themselves. "Good evening. Your order."

The two guys who were closer to me moved away on the chairs so that I could put the order on the table. I put everything neatly on the table, but when I wanted to leave already, I looked at the guy opposite me. Dion. He frowned and did not take his eyes off me. The girl next to him, with bright red hair, whispered something in his ear, and he turned his attention to her.

"Thank you," carelessly said the guy who was nearest to me, hinting that I was standing too long at their table and it’s time for me to leave.

I turned away and went back to the bar. What is he doing here? Planning another theft? His friends, also steal? I need to be on the alert!

A few more visitors came. On each table was a tablet, through which customers made an order and sent a barman. David quickly prepared drinks and snacks, and invited me to take the order for the tables. If there were dishes in the order, which happened very rarely because of high prices, the order flown to the kitchen. And already our chef worked hard for the benefit of cafes and customers.

I did not sit down for two hours, running around the cafe. There were no more free tables, and I could not cope with the orders. David, called me to help Eric, another waiter with whom we change shifts. I almost forgot about Dion's presence in the cafe, when the next order, exactly the same as last time, was again from his company. Eric has not yet appeared. I put everything on the tray and went to their table. In order not to intersect with Dion, I went to the table, and without looking at those present, quickly put everything on the table. Only I was going to leave, as he called me. I shuddered in surprise.

"Danna, what kind of dessert would you suggest? The most delicious!"

I hesitated. I have not tried any of our range. Expensive. But I knew the menu perfectly, so I suggested what I would most like to try.

"Delicious "V-leto". In my opinion. Fruit with ice cream, jelly and whipped cream. Decoration cookies in the form of tubes," I said, and looked at him. But this time did not meet his gaze. At that moment he was looking at his companion. She nodded, nudging the red strand on her index finger and smiling sweetly at him.

"Well. I order it," he said, not paying any attention to me.

Inside, everything shrank. I left to place the order in the kitchen. Why is it unpleasant to see how he looks at this girl? Nonsense! The bartender called me again. Loud, and impatient. I ran out of the kitchen to the bar. One of the customers put his foot out from under the table. I did not notice it. I'm flying. Just down. Trying to catch an empty tray on the move. Waving my hands like a shot bird. Bolt. First off the tray. Then slap my face on the marble floor. Hands on the sides. In my eyes darkened. The head immediately buzzed. The nose became wet, the face burns and it hurts. I lay on the floor like a star. What a shame! I can not look into the eyes of all the people in the cafe. I continue to lie on the floor, not wanting to get up and look like an awkward i***t to clients. Someone ran up to me, helped me to get up and sit on the floor. 

"Bruises will not only be in the virtual."

A familiar voice. I opened my eyes. Silhouette in front of me a little in the fog. But I know it's Dion.

"Not only," almost crying I said.

"Take it," heard the voice of David.

Something very cold was attached to my nose. Vision returns to normal. I looked around, customers did not pay any attention to me. I looked at Dion. He examined every part of my face and body.

"How are you?"

"My face aches, very much."

"You’re bleeding," Dion said quietly, putting my right hand on the ice, and grabbing me under my left arm, he began to slowly raise me. "You need to tidy yourself up."

I put the ice pack away from my nose. The package was covered in blood. Disgusting!  I tried to free myself from Dion’s grasp, but almost fell again. I was led aside. It’s good that he did not let me go.

"I am very uncomfortable to say this, but please take me to the toilet."

He silently led me there.

"Should I wait for you?"

At that moment the door to the cafe opened, and Eric ran in, removing the oxygen mask while walking. The barman screamed with joy, which attracted the condemning glances of the visitors.

"I do not know."

"I'll be in the cafe for a couple of hours, if you need something, call me," he said and went to his table.

I went to the toilet and went to the mirror. Terrifying spectacle. The nose is swollen, despite the applied cold. From a small turned into a potato, filled with sauce from the blood. Cheeks and lips are dirty too. To the black irises stretched the scarlet strip of capillaries. Under the eyes it began to turn blue and swell a little. The collar of the green T-shirt is also stained with blood. I want to cry, but I can not, I still have to work. I took a roll of paper towels from the shelf and began to wipe my face. On my head a mess, the neat tail of chestnut hair turned into a nest. I flattened my hair with my hands and tied a more or less decent tail. Reflection sadly smiled at me. It's time to return to the hall.