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spatula-raising bane of her existence.
“This ain’t a danged photo shoot! Get to work,” Ethel badgered.
Text from Sara: this is what ive got going. joy. wish I was there.
She attached the picture and stuffed the phone in her back pocket. She felt the buzz as she made her way out to the tables, but ignored it. Pausing was one thing, but checking the phone in front of guests was a no-no.
She did speed up, though. She glided across the floor on light feet, not having to feign a smile. At the very next opportunity, she stashed herself behind her station and dove in her pocket.
Text from Mikey: Me too. Miss you
Sara smiled as her head bent over the phone, her thumbs already moving.
Text from Sara: me too. buckle my shoe
Text from Mikey: Your poetry is atrocious
Text from Sara: big word. were u saving that one up for a special occasion?
“This ain’t a damn train station, dolly, get moving!” Ethel roared.
Irritated, Sara jammed her phone back in her pocket. With a scowl for Ethel, she picked up the food in the window and scurried out to the floor.
“Who are you texting?” Christie asked when Sara hustled back in to get a drink order.
“Mikey. He’s hanging out in paradise while I’m here dealing with picky people and a jerk for a cook,” Sara whispered furiously.
“Oooh, what’s he saying?” Christie asked excitedly. “Did you get me a date yet?”
“Ew.” Sara grabbed two glasses and hurried out, another pocket buzz spurring her on. After dropping off drinks like she was on fire, she took another order with sparkling eyes and hurried back to her protective alcove.
Text from Mikey: Commencing radio silence. I don’t want to get you fired. Ps jerk!
Sara chuckled and shook her head. She bent back over the phone.
“What’s he saying?” Christie asked as she grabbed a ketchup bottle. “Seriously, this counts as flirting.”
“It does not. He’s a good friend with a sense of humor. I’m still funnier, though.”
Text from Sara: ill text later
Text from Mikey: Good
Smiling like an idiot, she spared a moment to wrinkle her nose at Ethel before heading back out to her customers. It felt so good to have him back in her life. She had a powerhouse in her corner, and boy did she need it. Now more than ever.
----
“ H ow did your first day go?”
Sara breathed a sigh of relaxation as she settled in next to Sam at the staff picnic table, a plate of food steaming in front of her. “Good, but long. I guess normally the main meals are at set times for the most part, but today the hours have been whack since guests are arriving.”
“Yeah, it takes the first couple of days to get into the swing of things, but then things get more regular. When do you start your volunteering?”
“Tomorrow. I’m supposed to meet Jake in the early evening.”
Sam groaned. “Which task is it?”
“It’s the leather conditioning one.”
“Well, at least you don’t have to deal with Paul yet. He’s weird.”
“Who’s weird?” Christie sat down with a wet head and a tired sigh.
“Sam was saying Paul is weird.” Sara stuffed a forkful of potatoes into her mouth.
“Oh yeah, way weird. But I guess he’s great with horses, so…” Christie shrugged. “You did well today, Sara.”
Sara smiled. “Thanks. I forgot how exhausting waiting tables is, though. I’m not used to being on my feet all day.” She glanced around. “Where are all the triangle boys?”
“Most of the cowboys eat at the upper ranch house,” Christie said as she picked up her first BBQ-sauce-covered rib, eyeing the slathered sauce dubiously. “They deal with their tasks during the day, then have to take care of any other duties later on. They only come down here every so often.”
“Hmm. Well, I better—”
“You wanna go for a walk before bed?” Sam asked quickly.
Sara and Christie both looked up in surprise. A smirk worked its way up Christie’s face.
“Oh, well…” Sara cleared her throat. “Sounds great,
“This ain’t a danged photo shoot! Get to work,” Ethel badgered.
Text from Sara: this is what ive got going. joy. wish I was there.
She attached the picture and stuffed the phone in her back pocket. She felt the buzz as she made her way out to the tables, but ignored it. Pausing was one thing, but checking the phone in front of guests was a no-no.
She did speed up, though. She glided across the floor on light feet, not having to feign a smile. At the very next opportunity, she stashed herself behind her station and dove in her pocket.
Text from Mikey: Me too. Miss you
Sara smiled as her head bent over the phone, her thumbs already moving.
Text from Sara: me too. buckle my shoe
Text from Mikey: Your poetry is atrocious
Text from Sara: big word. were u saving that one up for a special occasion?
“This ain’t a damn train station, dolly, get moving!” Ethel roared.
Irritated, Sara jammed her phone back in her pocket. With a scowl for Ethel, she picked up the food in the window and scurried out to the floor.
“Who are you texting?” Christie asked when Sara hustled back in to get a drink order.
“Mikey. He’s hanging out in paradise while I’m here dealing with picky people and a jerk for a cook,” Sara whispered furiously.
“Oooh, what’s he saying?” Christie asked excitedly. “Did you get me a date yet?”
“Ew.” Sara grabbed two glasses and hurried out, another pocket buzz spurring her on. After dropping off drinks like she was on fire, she took another order with sparkling eyes and hurried back to her protective alcove.
Text from Mikey: Commencing radio silence. I don’t want to get you fired. Ps jerk!
Sara chuckled and shook her head. She bent back over the phone.
“What’s he saying?” Christie asked as she grabbed a ketchup bottle. “Seriously, this counts as flirting.”
“It does not. He’s a good friend with a sense of humor. I’m still funnier, though.”
Text from Sara: ill text later
Text from Mikey: Good
Smiling like an idiot, she spared a moment to wrinkle her nose at Ethel before heading back out to her customers. It felt so good to have him back in her life. She had a powerhouse in her corner, and boy did she need it. Now more than ever.
----
“ H ow did your first day go?”
Sara breathed a sigh of relaxation as she settled in next to Sam at the staff picnic table, a plate of food steaming in front of her. “Good, but long. I guess normally the main meals are at set times for the most part, but today the hours have been whack since guests are arriving.”
“Yeah, it takes the first couple of days to get into the swing of things, but then things get more regular. When do you start your volunteering?”
“Tomorrow. I’m supposed to meet Jake in the early evening.”
Sam groaned. “Which task is it?”
“It’s the leather conditioning one.”
“Well, at least you don’t have to deal with Paul yet. He’s weird.”
“Who’s weird?” Christie sat down with a wet head and a tired sigh.
“Sam was saying Paul is weird.” Sara stuffed a forkful of potatoes into her mouth.
“Oh yeah, way weird. But I guess he’s great with horses, so…” Christie shrugged. “You did well today, Sara.”
Sara smiled. “Thanks. I forgot how exhausting waiting tables is, though. I’m not used to being on my feet all day.” She glanced around. “Where are all the triangle boys?”
“Most of the cowboys eat at the upper ranch house,” Christie said as she picked up her first BBQ-sauce-covered rib, eyeing the slathered sauce dubiously. “They deal with their tasks during the day, then have to take care of any other duties later on. They only come down here every so often.”
“Hmm. Well, I better—”
“You wanna go for a walk before bed?” Sam asked quickly.
Sara and Christie both looked up in surprise. A smirk worked its way up Christie’s face.
“Oh, well…” Sara cleared her throat. “Sounds great,
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