Emeraldine sighed. Of all tables, why did she have to serve that one? This had to be some kind of test.
She shoved her pencil and pad into her apron and approached them.
"Hi," she alisema awkwardly.
When the guy at the meza, jedwali finally looked up from his menu, his eyes bulged in surprise.
"Esmeralda! Do wewe work here?"
"My name is Emeraldine," the waitress replied through gritted teeth. "And yes."
He would remember that if he'd paid a speck of attention on their tarehe last week.
"Sorry I haven't called," Jason avoided her eyes. "Work has been busy."
"I can see that," Emeraldine mumbled as she glanced at the...
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