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Colby kept that sideways grin as he tapped out the order on the small tablet. “Sure, ww-wu-we serve bru-b-br-bruh-all items all d-dd-day.” He let out a bit of a breath about the time the girl said he didn’t have to say much. That earned a deeper blush and glance upward. He nodded his head, grateful she seemed to understand his difficulties, then turned to see who else might need to give their order. He was covering about ten tables, but the diner was far from full, so there were customers spread throughout the place.

Holly was also on shift, but she was typically lazy unless it suited her. Others were accustomed to having to tend to her tables more often than not, save for today. Colby bet the larger group probably had Holly thinking she’d get a larger tip that way, so she was pretty on the spot with service. It was good to see her actually working her shift for a change. Colby gave a quiet chuckle under his breath and made sure the others in his station were covered with orders. With the tablets they didn’t have to deliver paper to the cooks in the back. It was all electronic, which he thought was pretty cool. Not as nifty as class one places, but still pretty neat all the same.

Once everyone that had come in to seek refuge from the now apparently non-existent rain had been taken care of, Colby made sure tables were cleaned and setup until his orders were ready. Dave was pretty good on the grill, managing to get out orders fairly quickly. It was to the point where Colby wouldn’t mind a few tips and tricks, but there never seemed to be enough time for lessons. They stayed pretty steady as far as business went, even had happy hours in the evenings.

The tablet buzzed in his hand, indicating one or more of his tables had their order ready. Colby flashed a grin to Dave as he picked up the plates and started passing them out. Morgan’s was among the first wave of deliveries he made since breakfast was usually a quick meal to make. He was just setting it down on the table along with the glass of orange juice when another customer broke into song. That had him chuckling in surprised disbelief as most people turned their heads to see what the commotion was about.

It was a nice voice, probably in a band already. Colby could appreciate the quality of the singing, even if he didn't know the language, just as he appreciated most music. When the song was over, he gave another chuckle and turned his attention back to the customer at his table. “Here you g-gu-go. If you nnneed anything else, let m-mm-mu-me know.” It wasn’t too, too horrible, if he didn’t talk for too long. Maybe he could manage the rest of the day, but Colby would be damn glad to get back behind the grill.