“Yeah, absolutely.” I nod, scanning the floor. Looks like all the servers are already packed with tables. Gabe is at the bar, serving that same foster brother of his.
Maybe I can get a better feel for this guy today. Gabe’s been nothing but nice to me. If this guy is giving him a hard time, I want to know about it. I wave to all the servers and staff as I make my way through the restaurant. But right before I approach the bar, I’m stopped by Stacy. She’s dressed in her normal work clothes, so she must be on her way out from the morning bartending shift.
“Tobias, we’ve gotta talk.” She huffs, leaning on the wood with her hands on her hips.
Oh joy, this shall be great.
‘What can I do for you, Stacy?” I ask, scratching my eyebrow.
Gabe and his brother look between me to her.
“You booked meagainfor Saturday night. YouknowI can’t work Saturday nights.”
Shit.
“Oh damn, you’re so right.” I genuinely apologize. “You did tell me that, it must’ve just slipped my mind.”
She shrugs. “Yeah, well…”
I rake my brain, trying to find a fast solution. “I’m not too sure what to do. I…”
“I can take it.” Gabe pipes up. Our eyes shoot to him. He looks back at us warily. “I mean…if that helps…I’m not doing anything that day.”
Stacy’s eyes narrow. “Aren’t you just a bartender?”
“Well, yeah. But, I can serve too. I don’t mind picking up a section. More money, less problems.” He shrugs.
His brother lets out a grunt, stands up scratching his chair across the floor and throws his napkin down on his plate before walking out.
Ooookay, weird.
I shake my head, tuning back in. “No, it’s fine. I’ll serve. Gabe, you can stay on bar.” I reorganize. “I appreciate you. Thanks for this.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “Woah, working with you on the floor? That’ll be interesting.”
I let out a laugh. “I used to serve here all the time. It’s no big deal.”
Stacy rolls her eyes, propping her purse up on her shoulder. “Whatever, at least it’s handled. Thanks Boss.” She pats me on the shoulder, before walking away.
Gabe and I both watch as she exits the building.
“Well, she’s…pleasant.” Gabe chuckles lightly.
I nod my head. “Same with your…friend.” I tilt my chin at the empty plate.
He follows my eyes. “Ah, yeah.Wyatt.He’s…” His voice trails off as he stares out the door where Wyatt just left. I feel a weird energy from him.
I wonder what the story is there but at the same time…I have enough to worry about.
I settle on compartmentalizing that for now and focus on what I can handle at the moment. “You like everything here so far?”
A smile pulls at his lips as he flips an empty bottle in his hand. “Oh yeah. Everyone here ismadcool.”
This makes me smile. It’s true.
“I especially like working with you, though.” He admits.
My eyebrows raise. “Me? Why?” I laugh.
