“I’ll have these three orders up in a jiffy.”
“What the hell, man?” a voice snaps behind me. It’s Zach. “You’re letting some chick take over my job?”
“That’s not just a chick, that’s my girl. And yes, she’s taking over. Go bus tables and make sure people know their food will be out in a minute.”
“Luke, I’m not a fucking busboy,” he seethes.
“You are today.”
“Fucking bullshit,” Zach mutters as he leaves the kitchen.
I move up to the prep table and prepare the baskets for the burgers. “Did you see the chicken strip basket order?” I ask Tayler.
“Yep, in the fryer,” she says almost absently.
By the time she’s got the meat cooked, I’ve got the buns ready with the toppings and fries on the side. “I’ll be back. Throw some more burgers on, would you?”
“Way ahead of you.” And she was. She already had more on the grill.
Giving her a big smile, I set out to deliver the food and spot Zach chitchatting with some women at the bar. If I had time, I’d probably fire the asshole right this second, but that’ll have to wait.
“Zach!” I yell. “Bus!”
“I’m doing it,” he whines.
Yeah, I’m gonna fire his ass.
