She’s giving me a serious evil eye as she pulls him to her side protectively, and I roll my eyes, tapping my name tag sarcastically. I walk off before I say something that will surely get my ass fired.
Where the hell is Tabitha? Looking at the clock, which thankfully reveals half an hour is nearly up, I give myself a pep talk.
You can do this, Mia. Only a few more minutes and then Tabitha can deal with them.
The party of four giggles and whispers not so softly when I approach their booth.
The cheerleader, who gave me serious attitude, sits in the middle of the group and eyes my face with disgust as I look at them, waiting for them to order.
“What can I get you?” I ask casually.
“Where’s the carrot top?” asks the driver.
I look at him, and my lip curls. He is so…big and brawny and…ru
