41 - Lee Smith
202 Words
That woman easily gets everyone’s attention, what with her gown and all. Why is someone like that at Tracy’s? I suppose she’s going to a socialite party. I can’t help remembering that one time Oliver brought me.
“Hi, milkshake and fries, please. To go.” At least, she’s polite.
I was just watching, waiting for my customers’ orders to come out the kitchen so I can serve them.
“Going to a party? You look classy.” The girl on the cashier is a chit-chat.
“Yes, I’m going with the owner of Taylor Industries.” Sometimes I hate how everyone at Tracy’s know Oliver. The girl can’t help looking at me. Fortunately, Gary rang the bell for the next order. I tried to act nonchalant, giving the girl a hint not to say anything. I hope she gets it. Too much to ask, I guess. I shook my head as I hear the next part of their conversation.
“Oh, Oliver? He’s a frequent customer here.”
“Really? But he refused to come here with me. He’s just outside, in the car.”
I didn’t bother with the rest of the conversation.
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