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 delantal and approached them.
"Hi," she dicho awkwardly.
When the guy at the mesa, tabla finally looked up from his menu, his eyes bulged in surprise.
"Esmeralda! Do tu 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 fecha 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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