Wilson
"Willy, table four has been waiting over two minutes for someone to come and take their drink order," Collin, the manager on shift, said as he walked by me, heading toward thehostess stand.I blinked at him, trying to ignore the fact he got my name wrong for the thousandth time while wondering if he noticed my arms filled with plates of food for a different table. When he glanced over his shoulder and frowned at me, I gave him the fakest smile Icould produce. "I'll be right over.""Good."Rolling my eyes, I hurried back to table number seven. I hated table number seven. I didn't know if I was just my luck, or maybe the table was cursed, but whoever sat there ended up always being the rudest and crudest and most condescending people on the Earth.This time around it was a bunch of businesswoman in sleek suits that tried to leer down my shirt every time I leaned over to clear a plate or glass."Chicken Cordon Bleu," I announced as I set down one of the plates in front of a bunch of women who are taking group selfies."Nice," the one commented and I wasn't sure if she was talking about the chicken breast or my brusque muscles.Still, I held my tongue. If I remained nice enough, these women would definitely give me a generous tip."Do you need anything else before I go?" I asked after I'd handed out all the dishes.Please say no, I begged internally."Another Blue Moon please," Star-Spangled Lady requested.I flashed her a smile. "Right away."As I turned around, I caught sight of Collin staring at me and pointing to table four frantically."Am l the only one on shift?" I muttered to myself as I turned toward the table.Noticing there were only two people sitting at it, I relaxed a little bit. At least it would bean easy one."Hi, my name is Wilson, I'll be serving you tonight," I greeted them, offering the two a wide smile.The two young women both turned toward me at the same time and I immediately felt my confidence drop as I recognized the pair. They came in at least once a week and they were both drop-dead gorgeous. At this point, I had thought I was used to handsome men and beautiful women coming to this restaurant, but the feeling of inferiority never went away. And these two were top tier. Tonight they were both wearing button-ups, rolled at the sleeves to reveal their veiny forearms.One of them wore a black shirt with a white vest, while the other had a white shirt with a black vest. I didn't know if it was on purpose or not, but either way, they made a great duo.It made me a little mad. What was up with filthy rich people being so attractive? Wasn't it enough that they had money? They had to steal all the good looks too? It was so unfair. Or maybe I was just too bitter. I had to work on that and stop messing around."A strange name, but I guess that's not important," the woman on the right said, her tone smooth and curious.She had dark, neatly parted hair that was pushed up in the front. It was a little curly at the top and the back of it was styled so that it looked tousled. She studied my face, her dark green eyes squinting a bit.The other tried to cover a laugh and my eyes shifted to her. She looked like your typical description of Girl Next Door-chestnut-colored hair, brown eyes, a pretty face, and a kind smile."Aha, I get that all the time..." I said, feeling like I'd been staring at them for five minutes when in reality it was only five seconds.She annoyed me by her comment. I'd served her a couple of times before. Is this really the first time she paid attention to my name?"It's cute though," the Girl Next Door responded, smiling politely at me.I stared at her teeth, feeling a stab go through my heart. Of course, she had perfect teeth. Perfectly straight, perfectly white. Why would I have ever expected otherwise? These two were on a whole different level than me. I couldn't look even a fraction as flawless as them even if I took five hours getting ready every day."Can I start you off with something to drink?" I asked, wondering if I sounded as depressed as I felt. Every second in front of them was like a hard kick to my morale."A shot of Lagavulin for me, Wilson," the dark-haired one said, not even bothering to pick up the drink menu."Absolutely. And sorry for this, but I need to see your I.D," I responded, offering her a half smile. She didn't look under-aged and I was pretty sure I'd served her alcohol before, but it was better to be safe than sorry."What? You don't know who I am?""Am I supposed to..."She looked troubled for a moment before something dawned on her and she nodded. "I guess I wouldn't expect someone like you to know."Something about the way she said that smirked me. Was she a celebrity? She looked like she could be an actor or maybe a musician. But then again someone like me would definitely know if she was. She was probably the daughter of some rich guy who made airplanes for a living. I didn't particularly care who she was."Your I.D.," I repeated.The lady dug out a black leather wallet from her skirt and stitched along the lower left-hand cover was the word Hermes. She held out her hand. "Here you go."I took the I.D from her, my eyes sliding over the name on the card before I could stop myself. Georgia Calloway. Really? I thought. Georgia? What kind of name was that? It didn't ring a bell, either, so she probably wasn't famous. Pursing my lips, I scanned over her birth date. 12/25/97"You're a Christmas baby?" I said, handing the card back to her.Georgia nodded, tucking her I.D back into her wallet. "Since the day I was born."I felt my lips twitch into a smile before I could stop myself. "Kinda sucks though, doesn't it? I bet your Christmas and birthday presents are combined as one,"Without even blinking her response was a nonchalant, "No, never."I just kind of let out an awkward laugh.Figures."Anything for you?" I asked the other woman."I'll have a glass of ice water," she said."No, she won't. She'll have a nice shot of whiskey with me," Georgia cut in. "Give him your I.D.""I'm going to stick with water."Georgia shook her head, giving her friend a disapproving look. "I'm going through a crisis right now and it is your duty as my best friend to drink the night away with me. Give him your I.D."I wondered what kind of crisis this probably filthy rich, twenty-five year old could be going through, but figured I was better off not knowing. If I heard anything along the lines of "not being able to afford three Porsches" I'd probably off myself. I hated to believe first impressions, but this lady kind of looked like the type of spoiled person who would consider that a crisis."Gia, I wouldn't really call this a crisis Aha! It probably was a three Porsche or deal! What a world I lived in.""Sol, we're keeping this wonderful man from doing his job. Just give him your I.D. I promise I won't make you take more than a couple of shots. I know you're a lightweight."The light-haired woman hesitated for a moment before grinning and pulling out her wallet. "You're a pain in my ass.""Make that two shots of Lagavulin," Georgia said smugly.After checking her friend's I.D- Solene was her name and it rather suited her-I went over to the bar to give our bartender Trav their order. When I glanced back at their table I saw Georgia eyeing me and I stared directly back at her until she noticed.At this point usually the other party would look away, embarrassed at being caught, but this lady just held my gaze with a pleased expression on her face. Feeling awkward, I turned away first and saw Star Spangled Lady at table seven, waving me down.Crap. The Blue Moon."Can I grab a bottle of Blue Moon?"I said to Trav. "I totally forgot I was supposed to get her one."Trav peeled the cap off on the edge of the bar and handed me the open bottle."She's been watching you like a hawk all night. Twenty bucks says she asks for your number."I pretended to gag as I walked away, reluctantly heading back to table number seven. As I grew closer, I summoned the sweetest smile I could."I'm so sorry about the wait for this, Ma'am."Wilson"Maybe I'll forgive you if you give me a kiss," she joked, causing all of her douchey colleagues to laugh along with her.For the tips, for the tips, for the tips, I chanted in my head. "Maybe when I get out," I flirted.Her eyes flicked up and down my body and I felt my skin crawl. Ew, just ew. "Anyone else need anything?" I inquired.One of the other ladies muttered something I probably didn't want to hear under her breath. I decided to take their silence as a no, so I flashed them a quick smile and hurried away. Tables two and eight needed to be wiped down still and I didn't see either oneof the two busboys on shift around to clean it.Just as I turned to head into the back Collin appeared in front of me, scaring me a bit."Geez, warn a man when you're approaching like a ninja.""Please wipe down tables two and eight" he requested, pulling at his necktie. "They've been dirty for the past fifteen minutes.""I'm way ahead of you," I said, letting a little irritation bleed int
On my way back to the table a hand shot out and grabbed my arm. I jumped a little bit, relaxing when I realized it was just Georgia."Gotta pee," she stated.I pointed to the far left corner of the restaurant. "Over there."Using me as a support and almost taking me down, she pulled herself up and then stumbled to the bathrooms, muttering something about marriages. I glanced at Solene, who shrugged at me.I returned the card to Star Spangled Lady and she filled in the tip and signed the receipt, handing the notebook back to me. It was hard to resist the urge to see how much she tipped, but I managed to slide it into my back pocket. "Thank you very much, have a good night you guys. Get home safe."As I turned to walk away, I felt a heavy arm across my shoulders. "You said yer comin' home with me."I saw the spangled ribbon and felt my stomach churn. "Please don't touch me.""I know you like me. You were eyeing me all night. Lucky you, little blonde guys like you are my favorite."I tri
Georgia"The plans for the hotel in Wailea, Hawaii have gone accordingly. Both our construction team and the town mayor have approved the blueprints. I have the estimated budget here and if you approve, you may sign and we could start the construction by next week."I looked up from my phone to see a few nervous pairs of eyes blinking at me. I turned to my wild-haired assistant, Henry, who had the same apprehensive expression on his face.I'd forgotten I was in the middle of a meeting. I had no idea what we weretalking about. I cleared my throat. "If my mother agrees to it, let's go along with it.""Uh, Georgia, your mother said for you to oversee this," Henry whispered to me. "If we go to her she will scold us.."I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. Were they still talking about the building of the hotel resort in Wailea? Or had we moved on to something else? I couldn't concentrate today.It was all that guy Wilson's fault. It'd been one week and he had yet to call me. Every few secon
Wilson"Hey, does the last name Calloway ring any bells for you?" I asked Arian, exactly one week after the whole restaurant fiasco. We were currently at my other part-time job, a coffee shopbaptly named Coffee House. Arian was, decidedly, my best friend. He may have filled that role solely because I didn't have any other friends and we worked together a good portion of the week, but I was more than content with him. He was cute and friendly and an all-around good guy. The type of person everyone needed in his or her life."If I answer that will you fishtail my hair for me?" he responded, pointing at his dark hair tied up in a messy bun on the top of her head. "I was already late for work and couldn't really do anything with it.""Fine, fine, sit down."Arian cheerfully took a seat on one of the stools lining the countertop. Fortunately, the coffee shop was pretty dead, as it usually was in the afternoon, so I had plenty of time to fix her hair up. "I'm actually worried that you don
"Yeah, a weird note," I told her, pulling it out of my pocket and handing it to her. "Don't you remember? Or were you too drunk?"Brows furrowed, she smoothed out the wrinkled paper and skimmed over it. I waited for her reaction to the tip amount, but her face didn't change. "I was worried that I didn't leave a tip, but I see that I did.""What's with the forty-three cents?" I asked because I couldn't help myself."I like for a flat dollar amount to be taken out of my bank account."Well, that kind of made sense. I didn't understand how she wasn't in shock over the total, though. "Yeah, I've been meaning to return it to you.""Return it to me?""You were drunk, you didn't know what you were doing. I haven't spent any of the money." I promised her. "I'll return it to you right now. Let me grab my checkbook.""I don't want it," she interrupted, shoving the receipt back at me. "Do as I said and take it as an advance."I paused, staring at her like she was crazy. "An advance? For what?""
WilsonMy phone went off for the tenth time in twenty minutes. Annoyed, I pulled it out of my pocket to see the name Georgia Calloway flashing on the screen. Was she some kind of crazy stalker? I'd never met anyone who would call someone every two minutes if they didn't answer right away. Not wanting to give her the satisfaction of me answering it, I decided to just turn off my phone. Then it wouldn't be as distracting."Georgia again?" Arian called from the back room."Doesn't she know I'm at work?" I wondered out loud. Like she'd asked, I'd sent her my schedule at Coffee House for the week. So if she'd got it, why was she trying to call me during the middle of my shift? I couldn't just answer my phone at work. Well, I actually could, but I wouldn't tell her that."Aren't you kind of excited?" Arian said as he returned with an armful of coffee bean bags. "She's so gorgeous.""She's cute, but hee personality needs some work," I responded, thinking back to the comment about my dick.D
"Hello?" I answered."Did you give me a false address to deceive me?""Uh, no. Why?""I don't think I'm in the right place."Walking over to the one window in my bedroom that looked over the street, I peeked out of it, seeing a sporty black BMW idling in front of my apartment.Yeah, that was definitely her. "I'll come outside," I told her and hung up, quickly pulling on a pair of jeans and throwing on the first shirt I came across.The stairs groaned as I descended them in my socks, feeling my heartbeat start to increase. I hadn't got to warn Georgia of just how crappy my apartment was. No wonder she thought she was in the wrong place.A squatter was entering the first-floor apartment. I gave him a quick wave. Once outside, I hurried over to the BMW, tapping on the tinted window. It rolled down and Georgia appeared, looking apprehensive."This is a prank, right?""What is?""You live here?"I gave an awkward laugh. "Er, yeah. It's affordable. I'm almost ready. You can come up and wai
WilsonFor the first half of the car ride, things went smoothly. The music stayed loud and Georgia kept her mouth shut. Then around the hour mark, she turned the volume down."I'll be parking my car right outside of the city and a driver will be picking us up to chauffeur us the rest of the way," she told me."Why don't we just stop at a station and ride in?"She wrinkled her nose. "Why would I ride in on dirty public transport when I have a driver who gets paid to drive these streets?"While I wasn't the biggest fan of public transport either, I wouldn't have gone that far. The subways and trains were very useful in the crowded city. We'd probably be sitting in traffic longer than it would talke to ride into the city. I didn't argue though. I figuredmy words would fall upon deaf ears. Georgia seemed the type to do whatever she wanted no matter what anyone else said.And I was getting paid to do this, so I didn't have much say anyway."Where are we going?" I asked, looking down at my