Claire had been working late shift again. She had her mind set on what tasks she needed to complete. She didn't like waitressing but with the amount of money she had at the moment, it was all she could live for to pay off the bills on her house, other wise she'd have to move into her high school friends' house. Meg and Bailey were her best mates since high school had ended and now she's still close to them, even though all of them have jobs-although hers...she didn't want.
Claire scrubbed the round, wooden tables to become a nice and shiny shade of well...wood. "Eh, Claire! What are ya doin'? Restaurant opens soon! Put the tablecloths back on!" Her manager ordered. He was always the type to have everything picture-perfect. Well, so was she. But that was different.
She nodded and a heavy sigh arose from her lungs. She patted her clothes down, so no creases were shown. She had one more table to complete and she wanted to clean it, but her manager was watching her, and she needed a job right now-so she grabbed the tablecloths and spread them over the table. She like the tablecloths, they had blossoms on them and leaves which created a border around the outside of the cloth. She smiled at her manager, "Is this ok?" she asked him. "Perfect," he replied, man of many words was all Claire could think of-that was unless you ended up doing something wrong.
She grabbed a few cups from the dishwasher and equally put them in spaced spots. They were diamond clean, and were made of glass. She wished she could actually eat from this place, but with a job like this...You have to earn it.
She fixed her hair tying it into a pontytail, then neatly curling it to form a bun. Before work started she wanted to look good for the occasion, of her work. She wanted her friends to come over and eat at her restaurant but Bailey and Meg had always denied her offer. She made one last phonecall to Meg. Maybe she'd come for dinner. And tell her boss that she was an exeptional worker and should be allowed to become a chef instead-because that was why she had applied for the job in the first place, not to become some lousy waitress. She loved decorating cakes and wished that she'd be able to give her gift to the public, but for now she wanted to hear her friends voice-who hadn't spoken to her in a while now. Besides they needed to catch up. She needed an update more like it-on the Moores and what's been going on with everyone lately and how Meg was doing.
"Meg, hi. Are you busy?" she asked, hoping to hear an answer on the other side of the line.