KAT
Between college and working, I feel like a robot. An exhausted robot, who needs charging up by the mains.
"Table six," calls out Johnny, pushing forward a tray of chicken salad, and a burger and fries. Someone is healthy, and their date isn't, I think, as I push through the doors and into the restaurant.
Instantly, the chatter filled my ears as I weave through the tables expertly, pausing to let some customers pass me. I spy table six and make my way over.
"Okay, guys, one chicken salad?"
I look up to see a petite brunette holding up her hand without breaking into conversation with the person in front of her. I slide the plate before her as I turn to put the burger and fries down.
"Hey, Kat."
I blink to see Calum grinning at me, his hair flopping into his eyes. I often do
