Eleven Milton-Keynes (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} oneplusone) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2009-04-20 22:01:00 |
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Tuesday: December 25, 2007
Who: Eleven and OPEN
When: afternoon
Where: the restaurant
What: Christmas at the restaurant.
"Right," said Eleven, "Two waters and a cola, got it! Coming right up." She grinned at the family that sat below her at the table. "And I'll definitely see if we can do the weekday special," she told the father, "even if it is a little late." Turning, she offered the small winged child a wink. As the child smiled at her, Eleven moved back into the aisle. "Whoa!" On the balls of her feet, she swept out of the path of an oncoming waiter before she sang and pirouetted her way to the order counter.
Oh the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
And since we've no place to go,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
"Order, please!" she called as she cleanly tore a small sheet of paper from her pad. With her fingertips, she slid the order sheet toward the open kitchen. As she turned back to check on a table or two, she let her shoulders droop for a moment as she blew her hair out of her face. Wow, was the restaurant busy today! She thought it wouldn't be for some reason. Maybe because it was Christmas, and she was used to places being empty on Christmas. It was something she took for granted, that deserted feeling in the world that made you want to curl up at home with family.
"Oh!" Eleven turned again to the kitchen. "And could you do the weekday special? Please? Pretty please, you know you want to!" She folded her hands together over the counter as she begged. "It's only half an hour late and it's Christmas! Well, for me at least." She wasn't entirely sure who was the Christmas type. "Do it for me? Really?! Great, thanks!"
Ah, success. Eleven pumped her fist. "Score," she murmured before she laughed to herself. After she poured out the two waters and the cola, she brought them to the previous table and mentioned that there was one weekday special around and that family would have it. Then she took down the rest of the family's order and went again to the counter to slide it into the kitchen. "Order, please!"
She glanced at the clock. Time for her break already! Yay! "Hey," she said to her fellow server, "I'm going on break for a sec, all right? Thanks!" After pouring herself some iced tea, Eleven took an empty seat at a four-person table. What was she thinking about earlier? Oh yeah, the busy busy busy! It was nice, being busy when she couldn't think of anything else she wanted to do today. She missed August far, far too much and she wished she could at least call her parents. But at least other people had their families.
Something moved in the corner of her eye. Eleven turned. A person was waving her over. "Oh," she said. She didn't want to ignore the person so she went over to their table. "Hi, sorry about that. I'm on break right now..."
Who: Eleven and OPEN
When: afternoon
Where: the restaurant
What: Christmas at the restaurant.
"Right," said Eleven, "Two waters and a cola, got it! Coming right up." She grinned at the family that sat below her at the table. "And I'll definitely see if we can do the weekday special," she told the father, "even if it is a little late." Turning, she offered the small winged child a wink. As the child smiled at her, Eleven moved back into the aisle. "Whoa!" On the balls of her feet, she swept out of the path of an oncoming waiter before she sang and pirouetted her way to the order counter.
But the fire is so delightful,
And since we've no place to go,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
"Order, please!" she called as she cleanly tore a small sheet of paper from her pad. With her fingertips, she slid the order sheet toward the open kitchen. As she turned back to check on a table or two, she let her shoulders droop for a moment as she blew her hair out of her face. Wow, was the restaurant busy today! She thought it wouldn't be for some reason. Maybe because it was Christmas, and she was used to places being empty on Christmas. It was something she took for granted, that deserted feeling in the world that made you want to curl up at home with family.
"Oh!" Eleven turned again to the kitchen. "And could you do the weekday special? Please? Pretty please, you know you want to!" She folded her hands together over the counter as she begged. "It's only half an hour late and it's Christmas! Well, for me at least." She wasn't entirely sure who was the Christmas type. "Do it for me? Really?! Great, thanks!"
Ah, success. Eleven pumped her fist. "Score," she murmured before she laughed to herself. After she poured out the two waters and the cola, she brought them to the previous table and mentioned that there was one weekday special around and that family would have it. Then she took down the rest of the family's order and went again to the counter to slide it into the kitchen. "Order, please!"
She glanced at the clock. Time for her break already! Yay! "Hey," she said to her fellow server, "I'm going on break for a sec, all right? Thanks!" After pouring herself some iced tea, Eleven took an empty seat at a four-person table. What was she thinking about earlier? Oh yeah, the busy busy busy! It was nice, being busy when she couldn't think of anything else she wanted to do today. She missed August far, far too much and she wished she could at least call her parents. But at least other people had their families.
Something moved in the corner of her eye. Eleven turned. A person was waving her over. "Oh," she said. She didn't want to ignore the person so she went over to their table. "Hi, sorry about that. I'm on break right now..."