Snippet #1918407

Amerelle actually smiled a bit as the boy thanked her, she had learned to appreciate people with good manners and respect, after all, not all her customers had it. She normally had to deal with at least a few unpleasant people during an average shift, and today she was in for a long, all day shift. At least she was off to a good start, it seemed.
"You're welcome," she said with a nod, before asking him if there was anything else he wanted to order.
"Um, maybe in a few minutes I'll take a small order of chicken strips to go." he told her, before taking a sip of his milkshake.
"Sure, no problem." she nodded and a small amused smirk appeared on her face when she saw him make a face that she guessed was due to brainfreeze. She half smiled, as she took his menu, she took his menu, "Thanks you." she said, before going to put the menu away at the front desk, then went back into the kitchen.
"Small order of chicken strips to go." she told the chefs before she took two large, fully loaded trays which were filled with the meals of the family. The second she pushed open the swinging door and stepped out of the kitchen, she realized that grabbing two huge trays at once might have been a bad idea that could likely result in disaster. Too late now. She slowly, carefully shuffled over to the family, sighing in relief as she successfully set down the two trays on a nearby table. She then distributed the meals throughout the family, smiling in a sad sort of way at the adorable little kids. Once she was done, she tucked the trays under her arm and headed over to the table of the two older people who were eating together.
"Are you done with these plates?"she asked them, flashing her smile. They both nodded and thanked her as she loaded their used plates onto the empty tray and carried them back into the kitchen. As she left the dishes by the sink, one of the chefs said, "Chicken strips are done."
"Thanks." she said to them quickly, taking the paper bag and neatly rolling up the top. She emerged from the kitchen, going over to Sebastian's table, "Here you are, chicken strips to go." she said, deciding she didn't even need to pretend to act smiley and chipper around this guy. It was weird, how quickly he had seemed to figure her out, when so many people couldn't. "Are you ready for your bill?'' she asked him.