Chapter 3 3

I start my day by serving orange juice to people having breakfast because it's too early for them to have alcohol. Taylor is also a waitress here, and she's busy taking plates of hotcakes, sausages, eggs, and oatmeal to the tables. I've always been curious about the fancy food they serve, but it's quite expensive, and I can't afford to spend that much. Right now, I need to save my money.

There's some classy jazz music playing in the background, creating a relaxed atmosphere, well, more like a fancy one. The women in the room are dressed in the most luxurious silk dresses, and the men seem to be wearing either suede or velvet, but it's hard to tell from here. Even the kids are dressed in expensive fabrics that probably make them feel like princes and princesses. It must be incredible to wear such royal clothing and experience a childhood like a dream come true.

The dining area is always crowded, and there's a group of four men who regularly finish their meals early and head out to the golf course. I think they might be businessmen because they follow the same routine every time. One of them, with dark hair, holds the French door open for the others and waits patiently.

There's something about this particular man that takes my breath away, especially when I see him on Sundays. He has broad shoulders, striking green eyes, jet-black hair, full lips, and he's quite tall. I'm sure he has a wife, so I've never approached him. I watch him from a distance, secretly admiring his bushy eyebrows and long eyelashes. He's dressed in a silver suit jacket, slacks, and a white dress shirt with the top three buttons casually undone, revealing a bit of chest hair.

I've often wondered about his life and what it might be like, but I can only admire him from afar, too shy to make a move.

I gawk at this beautiful man who would never go for a girl like me. Who would never pay attention to the help unless paying a bill? My eyes scale his bottom half; he has thick legs and an impressive ass for a guy.

"Ogling again?" Taylor whispers from behind me, "12 O'clock!"

Out of curiousity, i stylishly look backwards,

"I don't get why you haven't made a move." Taylor said

"Because he never notices me." i replied

"Well, of course not, not with you being this far away." She scoffs. We both watch him stroll out of the door. Our eyes go to his bubble ass. "You know you want that juicy booty." She joked

I snort and turn away to hush her as a lady nears the counter. "Five glasses of orange juice, please...no sugar." The short lady demands conceitedly.

"Yes, ma'am." I pull a tray from below, add five glasses to it, and pour liquid into each spilling nothing. I lift the heavy tray with ease. My balance is perfect as I hand it over to Taylor.

"Where to, ma'am?" The woman leads my friend away. I'm thankful for this. It means the subject is dropped. That guy wants nothing to do with me. It's been about a year of playing a one-sided peep show. He's out of my league and most likely dates models with flawless skin or the athletic type. I'm neither. I peer through the doors and watch the dreamy guy cover the green grass with a firm stride. The ripples of his shirt flare between his muscles, revealing curved lines. "Still spying?" Taylor asked, "He's just everything i want in man but he's to intimidating and besides my acne face is discouraging that's enough for him to talk down at me". I replied. "Besides he might be married" I added.

"You're gorgeous, don't sell yourself short" she said.

"Fine." I sigh .

When nighttime hits, the grounds outside shine. There are circular lights along the pathways. The beige tint reminds me of how a night wedding would look. The grand hall, the music, even the four-tier strawberry cake for dessert takes my mind to a fantasy. I've had my wedding planned out for years. I kind of went crazy over it after my prom. I have the theme picked out, the songs, the place, a tent wedding, and even the ring.

Of course, my younger self went overboard, but I've always been a girl who would rather wait. I never had a boyfriend because of how the boys at school turned me off. They were so rude. They never knew boundaries when it came to their hands.

Guys my age have been alienated from my attraction radar. Guys in their mid-twenties are my preference. I'm not so sure about going any older than that. I'm 22 and would like someone who is no older than 25. The crowds outside load away golfing equipment into caddies and flood back inside. I unlock a glass cabinet of bottles, selecting liquors and wines. I load the counter with glasses, then fix my hair; the bun is starting to wear out.

A line forms before the bar. The first customer is an old man who eyes me up and down. My skin crawls at how licentious his stare becomes. "Hello, sir. What drink would you like?"

"Something sweet, like you, honey. Surprise me."

I pick out booze, two rums, grenadine and mix it in a cocktail shaker. I shake for ten seconds, then pour the yellow drink into a tall glass, topped by a lemon and cherry on the straw. "Enjoy."

"Thank you, sweetheart." He winks.

The next customer is an older guy, too. He orders a Brandy Infinite. I use cognac, white creme de cacao, a heavy cream and shake it up. As I pour it, the man with dark and gray hair says, "you have beautiful hands."

"Thank you." I pass him his glass. "Enjoy your drink."

The line grows onward from here. Every adult requests a drink, to the point that all the servers come to assist me. They set up their stations the same as mine, then accept customers. I move faster than them. For every one of their customers, I do three. I have a record set here for the fastest served drinks. Taylor hands off to her last customer, then looks my way. "He might come up."

"No, it's always the blonde guy who gets the drinks, not him." When everyone in the room is seated, I take my break. The breakroom is down the hall and around the corner, next to the restrooms. I didn't pack a lunch, so I'll have to get a vending machine salad, which might be a good thing. My skin needs more of veggies and water. I buy the meal, along with water, and sit alone at a table. I pass the time by snacking while reading my tinder messages. There he was, desperate ZaddyC who later got pissed that I didn't reply and ended up unmatching me, anyways good riddance.

I sort through my other messages. I have fifteen now. I should try out Taylor's suggestion and choose a hot guy. I browse my matches tab until I find a guy who looks nice and with a personality. One guy is cute enough. He walks dogs as a job, and plays hockey. His bio reads:

Looking for good conversation and nice times out.

Hmm...maybe I can ask him out. He's 24, just in my range, and has an amazing smile. I text his profile to Taylor and then lay my phone down. I hope tonight won't be a disaster...and I hope Taylor stops being optimistic about me landing that rich man.