Izzy’s new job was waitressing at a family-owned Italian restaurant that had been in the area for years. Generations of Coppolas had owned the business and grew it. The tables were decked with white tablecloths and votive candles, and the walls were decorated with autographed stars that had patronized the restaurant over the years. The whole place lingered with mouthwatering scents. She wondered how everyone wasn’t overweight who worked there.
She met two other waitresses, Joy and Brenda, the head chef, Jesus, and Mr. Coppola’s wife and nephew, Robert. She shadowed Joy for a while, then was given her own tables. Nothing too challenging, and she caught on quickly for most things. Everyone was so nice, and she was thankful for their patience. Like when she confused a linguini order with a f
