“Miss…” Amanda stopped and looked down to the woman. She had to be well past the middle age point of her life yet she insisted on dressing and putting enough makeup on to give the allure that she was in her late thirties. “What can I get for you?” Amanda asked. From the corner of her eye, she saw Emilio reach out and slam his fat hand on the bell in the back. The ringing pierced Amanda. Part of her wanted to turn and kick the kitchen door open, grab the bell and drop it into the deep fryer. What restaurant still used a fucking bell like this? “I could sure go for a cup of coffee,” the woman said. “No problem,” Amanda replied. Her eyes moved to the three other patrons at the table. “Anyone else?” The other woman looked her husband, as if she needed approval for a cup of coffee. Her husband looked at her and nodded. “We’ll take coffee too,” the other woman said. “Ah hell, make it four,” the final member of the group called out. Amanda offered one last smile and then snuck away to the kitchen. She stood at the hotplate and took the two plates waiting for her. Her eyes were locked onto the back of Emilio, praying he wouldn’t turn around. He never had anything nice to say and it seemed he hated his life for being stuck in the kitchen of a semi-fine dining restaurant. It wasn’t Amanda’s fault for that, and if anything, she understood how he felt. Her dream job certainly wasn’t serving food to people five to six nights a week. Hell, it didn’t even cover all her bills, thanks to mounting debt that continued to mount. Amanda knew how much time she had left to borrow on her credit cards before everything came to a head but she didn’t want to think about it. Thinking about it made her sick.
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