drink?”
The older woman smiled back. “Two glasses of wine and two glasses of orange juice, please.” There was a man beside her, who Meaghan assumed was her husband. He had his hands clasped on the table, and was quiet as he watched their two children sitting across from them in the booth.
“Mom, I wanted a milkshake. A chocolate one.”
“You can have a milkshake for dessert if you have all your dinner. We’ve had this conversation before, Becca.”
“Okay.” The little girl sighed.
Meaghan left to get their drinks. She couldn’t help wondering what her life would have been like if her mom hadn’t died when she was so young. Would they have had the same type of relationship? Chase was growing closer to his mom with every week that passed. She was so happy for him, but from time to time, she couldn’t help being slightly envious too.
The thought of her mom bribing her with a chocolate milkshake to get her to have all her dinner, was something that made her smile. Once she had the drinks prepared, she went back to the table.
“Here we are.” She placed the wine glasses in front of the adults, and the juices in front of the children, and went back for the decanter of wine.
“Have you decided what you want to eat?” she asked after she poured their wine.
“Can we have a little bit longer for that?” the mother asked. “Whenever we visit San Diego, we come here for dinner. I want to make sure I don’t have the same entree I’ve had before. Everything is so tasty here.”
“Of course.” Meaghan stepped over to another group that had just walked in, and went through her usual spiel.
Saying the same thing over and over again was often tiring. There were days when Meaghan thought about changing her approach, but she didn’t want to upset her boss. He was the sort of person who liked to control everything, and each server was expected to follow a protocol.
She immediately decided the three young men at the table in front of her might be difficult customers. They kept staring at her breasts and muttering to each other. They made it difficult for her to get their orders.
“What do you suggest we have?” one of the men inquired as he glanced down at the menu.
A lobotomy , she thought. Luckily, Meaghan had never been the sort of person to say things like that out loud, although there were days when it really was tempting. “That depends on whether you feel like a hot drink or a cold one.”
“It’s too hot in this place for a hot drink.”
Was that meant to be flirtatious ? It was terrible, if it was, and maintaining her smile wasn’t an easy thing for her to do.
He looked down at the menu. “Do you make mixed drinks that aren’t on the menu? Or does someone else do it?”
Meaghan had a feeling she was going to regret answering that question. “That depends on how busy we are.” Going for something neutral seemed the sensible thing to do. “What would you like?”
“You have so many options. I think it’s going to take us a little while longer.”
What a surprise . As Meaghan returned to the first table, she sensed the three guys were staring at her ass, but she ignored it. At an upscale place like this, if they got out of hand, Jeff would take care of it.
“Hi, again. Sorry for taking so long. Have you decided on what you’d like?”
“Yes, we have, and you don’t need to apologize.” The woman glanced over at the other table, where the three guys were chuckling amongst themselves. “I can’t imagine what it must be like to have to deal with people like that.”
“It’s my job. The only thing we can do is be polite.” Meaghan shrugged. “Most of my customers are nice and easy to deal with.”
“I could never be a waitress.” The mother looked back at her menu, and made her order for everyone at the table.
“And a chocolate milkshake, please.” The little girl added.
When the mother nodded, Meaghan put the milkshake down as well. “Coming right up,” she said