Heat flushes up my neck. “No pressure,” I exhale and dump the contents.
With a few fast moves, I have a flat round shape.
Her lips purse and she lets out a low whistle. “Lookit you. You’re trainable.”
I guess if I was a dog, I’d be wagging my tail.
Instead I just smear red sauce in a circle then layer the meat and cheese.
She slides her completed pizza onto the conveyor for the oven and rinses her hands. “I think you’ve got it. Welcome aboard, kid.”
I wait until she leaves before I wince.
Everyone treats me that way. Like I’m the errand boy.
But she needs me, at least for tonight.
Hell, it’s better than just sitting around watching stupid shit on my phone.
Maybe I’ll even get a few cheese sticks out of the deal?
Chapter 6
Val
I’m still shaking myhead over the fact he actually showed up. My smart ass quip to Sophia was a joke.
Yet here he is.
And he really has been practicing. He had that dough rolled out like a pro in seconds.
Geez, life on the ranch must really be rough if he’s wanting to take on a gig like making pizzas.
For a weeknight, it isn’t super busy.
I’d almost be relieved if this last group would just leave. Two of the guys are really ramping up their asshole aura now that they’ve had a few rounds.
My hours are only crazy on Friday and Saturday night where I stay open until two in the morning.
Only twenty minutes until closing. It can’t come soon enough.
“Last call, guys,” I yell out to the rowdy table.
“Nah, we’re just getting started!” the original mouth of the bunch pipes off and laughs while elbowing his buddy.
Fine. I give them a few more minutes, then yell again. “Look y’all. I don’t care if you keep drinking, but you can’t do it here. Time’s up.” It isn’t my first time with a group like this.
Yet I dread every single one. I never know which ones will go willingly, or which ones will decide they’d rather fight than go home.
When he stands up, I get the impression he’s falling in the latter category.
Great.
“Look, pretty lady. Me and my friends are just out having a little fun tonight. So I need another bottle of tequila.” He points at the wall behind me where the expensive stuff sits.
“I don’t give travel cups.” My chin lifts. “You’re welcome to come back tomorrow and buy it.”
He’s a big guy. I’d have at least fifteen minutes after calling the cops before they’d get here.
