The rejected mate

SATISFIED CUSTOMER

Working at the restaurant was not a new thing. My former job had the same requirements, except that this time I was not assigned to the toilet. The manager hired a cleaner this time around.

Due to my tight schedule, the manager shifted my resumption time to eight in the morning on weekends because I explained to him that I had extra duties to handle at home.

It was my first Saturday, and I was more than prepared to do my job until later. I had worked in so many establishments before, so I felt like this should not be a new thing.

Only three people were working in the restaurant: Tom, Liam, and Petra. I wondered who among them was causing Gemma to smile. "It should be Tom," I mumbled. He was the only boy, and he was not bad-looking after all.

The day started with me cleaning the tables and chairs and serving breakfast meals to the customers who were just arriving.

I stood at the cashier's desk, waiting to record the latest order, before I heard the door open. It was Asher, Mark, and Ophelia.

Quickly, I ran back to the kitchen, hoping that they would have another waiter attend to them.

I peered back and saw their table empty, with no waiter on their side.

Quickly, I asked one of my colleagues, Petra, to wait at their table.

"Oh, I’m sorry, El. My hands are quite full right now." She said this, holding two trays in her hand as she walked to attend to a table.

At that point, I had no choice but to wait at their table.

I grabbed my waist apron and headed for their table.

"Look who it is. It’s the chick with the creamy face."

Asher said as he once again smirked.

I could not tell whether or not he was happy to see me, because if he was, he would not have referred to me as the creamy face. What does that even mean?

Ophelia, on the other hand, pretended not to see me. I paid neither her nor the boys any attention.

"What would you like today, please?"

"I would like a big fried chicken breast... Extra juicy, just how I like them," Asher said, licking his lips.

Mark requested the same thing, while Gemma ordered a bottle of milkshake.

I hurried back to the kitchen and made their orders. I had to be of service to them, whether or not I liked it.

"Here are your orders. I said as I laid each meal on the table, "

As I was about to place the shake on the table, it slipped off my hands, with the liquid spilling on the waist side of Asher’s trousers.

"I’m sorry… I did not mean to," I said as I pulled my napkin from my waist.

The majority of the content had spilled on his body, and to clean it, I would have to get closer than usual.

Asher sensed that I was uncomfortable and shy.

"Don’t be a shy little doll. You made a mess, and it is okay to take care of it." Asher said as he stared down at his wet pants.

I grabbed the napkin and mopped the milk off his trousers.

"Hmmnn..so cold. You have done a good job," he said.

I did not know whether to think that he was angry or whether he liked that I was clumsy.

On the other hand, Gemma was pissed off that I spilled her drink and dared to lay hands on her boyfriend.

"Get me another drink, b***h! Do you need a pair of glasses? You cannot even serve a drink to save your broken life."

Quickly, I took the wet napkin back to the kitchen, rinsed myself off, and took the milkshake back to the table they were sitting on.

"It’s full again. I hope it doesn’t pour again this time." Asher said as he smirked.

Waiting for their table made me tired. I had to do things I was not sure I was comfortable with, especially getting too close to Asher.

Before I could even gain some time to gather my thoughts, Gemma requested some cheesecake for herself and a plate of pasta for Mark because he was not okay with the first meal he had.

I dashed off to the kitchen for the hundredth time. I placed the pasta on their table and made a run as fast as I could to the next table.

Before I could bring out my jotter to take the next order, Gemma called me from behind.

"Hey, servant. There is something wrong with his pasta. I tasted it. It has avocado in it. He is allergic to avocado."

I wonder why she was so concerned. Why did she even taste his pasta in the first place?

I apologised and brought a new one from the kitchen, and of course, I had to bear the brunt of it all as the losses would be deducted from my meagre salary in the first place.

The three of them had their meals, with Grace paying more attention to me than her food. I could literally see her sneer at me, but I paid no attention.

After finishing their meals, they all went out of the restaurant to take some pictures. Asher signalled to them that he had forgotten something inside the house. I could see them through the glass windows outside.

Asher came back inside and slipped something into my pocket. His hands were so warm, I wanted to lay my bare cheeks on them.

"Here is your tip for making me happy."

"Hun?" I asked, gasping for breath.

"For the meal... I was happy with it. When next you serve me, I promise to be gentle on you, or not... ha ha." Asher threatened with a smirk.

I wonder what he meant by all that. I was only doing my job.

As he dashed off, I checked what he had slipped into my pocket. They turned out to be dollar notes.

I counted them, and they amounted to three hundred dollars.

I was not shocked that he gave me such a huge amount of money. For him to have given me such, he had to have had rich parents or done something extra than I did for a living.

While I was ruminating on these thoughts, a little note slipped at the back of the wads of notes.

"Oh, and I forgot to add that you’ll be teaching me math next week."