“Oh.”
“Don’t look so scared. You’ll do fine. Come on. I’ll introduce you to Toby. I’m going to get you to shadow him today. See how we do things around here and where things are.”
“Sounds great,” I replied, relief flooding my body. The last thing I needed was to be left to my own devices and having no fucking clue what I was doing.
“Right, well follow me.”
Twenty minutes later and I had a black apron tied around my waist, a pen tucked through my hair, a cleaning rag in my hand, and was following Toby around hanging on his every word. Thankfully, he was a nice guy and didn’t treat me like I was a nuisance or in his way. He introduced me to the people I needed to know, like Mick behind the bar and the chefs Keith and Eva. We settled into a smooth rhythm and the morning flew by.
When Toby asked me to cover for him for five minutes while he ducked to the bathroom, I was flying high on confidence and agreed quickly. I should’ve known. I should’ve expected it. Life never went to plan. At least not my life.
Andy waved me over as he led a couple of guys to one of the corner booths in Toby’s section. Doing what I’d learnt, I grabbed a bottle of water, water glasses and tucked a couple of menus under my arm before heading over to greet them and introduce myself.
Taking my place at the end of the table, I watched as they unpacked wallets and phones into the centre of the table before they noticed me. They were a group of good-looking guys. Fancy wrist watches, expensive polo shirts, sexy as sin stubble covered jaws.
It wasn’t until I was setting the water bottle down, when my eyes locked with one of them and I fumbled, spilling water all over the table, the guy sitting next to Seth looked at me like I was the world’s clumsiest idiot. And when I thought things couldn’t get worse, Toby appeared beside me and saw the mess I’d caused.
Seriously.
Fuck my life.
