Becky Waitress Novels & Stories

Just then someone walked in, she was a waitress too and she had a name tag on that said ‘Becka’. “Molly oh my gosh Molly are you o.k.?” Becka said and ran to her side but the waitress backed away from her and pushed herself closer into the corner. She too had a name tag on her and it said ‘Molly’. “Hey hey Molly it’s o.k. it’s me o.k. it’s me Becka you’re o.k.,” she then said placing her hands on her. “He was choking me, he was trying to kill me,” Molly squealed but Becka couldn’t make out her words.

I was already numb, but my heart was still heavy. “Breakfast is ready,” The manager said as she entered the room and she dropped the tray on the bed. Only then did I look at the window and see it was already bright outside. “Who was that man?” I asked, “What is your name? Why are you here instead of the hotel?” I had so many questions to ask. “My name is Becky, and I work for that man, and that man is Mr Calix Kyrell. I believe you know him,” Becky said as she pushed the tray closer to me.

It was my turn now. “Oh well…” she seemed to have lost her words. “Mmhmm…” I smiled anticipating what she'd say next. “You can have your sandwiches, while I had my chips. Fair right?” she assumed a more serious tone. “Sure,” I nodded. A waiter walked over to us. “What are your orders, Misses?” His masculine voice sounded polite and friendly. “Chips and chicken,” Becky replied, just before I could say anything. He turned over to me. “Sandwiches, please. Sandwiches and a cup of hot coffee,” I muttered under his gaze.

Becks slid a business card over to her, “that’s where you’ll find us.” “Thank you but I’m not the kind of person to involve other people in my business. He won’t find me here, there’s nothing to trace me here,” Reese said. “Then I hope you enjoy your stay in our beautiful town,” Becks said and slid out of the booth. He stopped the waitress and took both bills and walked to the till and paid for her breakfast. James gave her a smile and followed Becks out of the diner. Reese sat back and took a deep breath. She hadn’t expected their protection.

he said quickly when Evelyn’s soft gasp made Will stiffen, alert for trouble. “You’re late, Becky,” one of the waitresses snapped from behind the counter. “Mrs. Holland’s been expecting you for ten minutes.” “Mind your business, Helen” an older, matronly woman said, pushing open a swinging door to the kitchen and motioning to the newcomer. “Come on, girl. It’s alright. I’m your boss, not her. You'll do well to remember.” The trio said nothing, covertly watching as the awkward and dull-looking Becky trudged into the kitchen with her head down.

“I am happy you can overlook the incident, sir, but she cannot work here again. She went against our policy. It would set a bad precedent if she was allowed back, sir.” I gave up the argument and nodded. He instructed the head waiter to attend to me and left. “What is her name?” I asked the head waiter as he poured my wine. He lifted his eyebrows in mild surprise. “Becky, I am not sure of her surname. She has only been here a few days. Please don’t let her horrid behavior upset you, sir.” Upset me? I wasn’t upset at all. I was interested in the waitress. I didn’t know why. Maybe it was her boldness, or because she had done what I thought was impossible.

Imogen “Hey there little lady. Not seen you for a couple of days?” Becky who works at the diner says. I like Becky she’s always been super friendly to me and is the niece of the owner, one day Becky will run it as her aunt doesn’t have any kids of her own. Her brown hair is pulled into a high ponytail today. “Hey yourself. I’ve been busy with the opening and all.” “I bet you’re excited, right?” “Oh my gosh, excited doesn’t even cover it. I cannot wait but I’m nervous as hell too.”

Matt said with a smirk. Matt figured Williamson came back to hook up with Becky, the waitress from last night. He was flirting with her. He probably went back to her place and left his truck at Garvey’s. Matt shook his head and walked to the doors to the lobby. Four people were coming out carrying suitcases. Matt held the door for them and tipped his hat to the ladies. He walked in. Matt stopped. The waitress from last night was at the front desk with Barb. They were checking out a few people. Matt waited for the desk to clear. As he did, he wondered where Williamson could be.

A waitress walked up to me, she was wearing a white dress and black apron. Her hair was done in a bun, and she held a menu card, smiling, like she was advertising a toothpaste brand. " May i take your order ma'am?" she asked politely. "Um.... could you come back later" i asked looking at my wristwatch. Becky should be here already, i wonder what's taking her so long. "I'm here!" Becky sat down opposite me, panting like she's been running Olympics. "Could you try to be punctual for once?" i sighed and signaled the waitress to come to our table.

The kind of place with open sides and transparent glass so you could still see the beach. We ordered drinks and settled into a corner table. Becky was already talking about the show, the designers, the after-parties. Then she leaned in with a mischievous smile. “Let’s give up for Michael Nacho Luciano.” My face changed before I could stop it. I turned my head. And there he was. Walking straight toward the restaurant with a woman beside him. Same walk. Same face. Same energy that used to make my stomach twist. I grabbed Becky’s wrist under the table.