Olivia
I only have the football table left. After I clear them, I can end my shift and leave. Of course, they are taking forever to finish.
“Those guys are still here?” Andrea asks me.
“Yep, I swear they are purposely being slow because they want to irritate me,” I tell her.
“Why would they want to irritate you?” she asks.
I sigh and say, “I live next door to them.”
“Oh, now that makes sense,” she replies.
“Oh, it looks like they are finally ready to go,” I say and head back over to their table.
I put on the country accent I have to use for this job.
“Y’all look like you’re ready to go. Can I get y’all anything else besides the check?” I ask them.
“Nah, just the check, Olivia,” Liam smiles at me.
I nod and pull their check from my apron, saying, “Here’s y’all’s check, and Liam…
