Becky Waitress Mga Nobela at Kwento

she said, making Mason glance at Agatha, who bowed her head. “Agatha, come with me,” he said, then walked away. Agatha immediately stood and followed him. Becky smirked while Maria scoffed. “Mother, I’m done. I think my dignity will be intact if I stop chasing Mason around. He clearly has a thing for waitresses, not heiresses like me,” Becky said, picking up her Hermes bag. “You promised me, Becky. It’s just a matter of time—he’ll love you,” Maria said. Becky smiled, then hugged her. “I’ll stop by tomorrow,” she said and left.

Becky looks at her boss and tries to hold Anita who stops limping and shoves her hand away. "Leave her. Just make sure she doesn't fall." Adan instructs as they both leave the office. Anita goes to her seat where she attends to customers who want some coffee. She is the waitress of the company, Cherry Bordello. "Anita, you can't work now. The boss has ordered you to take a day's rest. Please let me take you home. He will fire me if I don't do as he said, please." Becky explains to Anita.

But the memory of her chaotic fall replayed in her mind, and a laugh burst out despite herself. “What’s so funny?” Becky asked, her voice rising. “I’m angry!” Diana snapped, but her tirade was interrupted by the sound of Becky’s phone ringing. “It’s my dad,” Becky murmured, answering the call reluctantly. “Becky, where are you right now?” her father demanded. Laughter echoed in the background, followed by her mother’s chastising voice. “This isn’t a laughing matter, Manni,” her mother said. Becky’s heart sank as her father continued, “Of all the places to work, you choose to be a waitress at the annual business summit?”

I hope this does not mean I have now made her uncomfortable. ‘I am Becky, your server for the night. Can I get you anything to drink while you peruse the menu?' A young lovely girl asked. 'I would like a flat white coffee, and the chef's special please.' Milena replied before I had even lifted the menu and agreed, that sounded good. 'Make that order, two, please.' I said as the waitress filled the glasses with cold water from a jug on the table. She took the menu and left. ‘I have not seen much of you this week, I guess we both have been rather busy with work.'Milena started the conversation lightly, and I was grateful. I am not sure why I was so out of sorts this week and kept blaming it on

Gladly, we take it and make ourselves comfortable. As soon as we sit down, she gives us the menu and she decides to give Trevor more....a wink and a perfect smile. As for the Beta, he smiles back seductively. I take the menu, lift it up in a way that covers them out of my view because that is just plain awkward. I've never seen werewolves flirting in public! “Hello,” she speaks. “My name is Beryl and I'll be your waitress for today. I'll leave you some time and take your order, alright sweetheart?” At her last word, she looks at Trevor and winks at him then leaves.

He definitely wouldn't leave his vehicle unlocked in Richmond. The bell tinkled over the door as they entered. An older woman with a long black braid sprinkled with silver pulled over one shoulder, and an apron doing its best to cover overly generous hips called out to them to sit anywhere. Her name tag read 'Becky'. Wyck gave a little wave as they roamed down the booths to the end. He was relieved to see that there was only one other patron at this time of day – an old farmer in the ubiquitous denim overalls sitting at the counter, reading the local paper. It wasn't completely private, but it would have to do.

I chatted to him for a few minutes, before heading inside. The place was busier than I thought it would be. I looked around, seeing Becca behind the bar, serving a couple of guys, who were flirting with her. Becca was laughing and playing along. It is the best way to get tips, plus she has always been great with customers. I noticed Cassie and Jasper behind the bar too. I always had fun working with them. I sneaked to the end of the bar, taking a seat while everyone was busy. “What does a guy have to do to get a damn drink around here,” I said, loudly enough they would hear me.

James said stubbornly. "Oh, God! Okay! Okay! What kind of food do you want?" Becky finally gave in. "I want some good Spaghetti and Pizza; get it for me. You have money right?" "Yeah, of course. Well, wait here," said Becky patiently. She went down to the restaurant located on the first floor to buy the food that James asked for. She sat in one of the chairs, waiting for her order to be finished. Then suddenly, "Ms. Beckett? You're Rebecca Beckett, right?" someone greeted her. She looked up and found a man in casual clothes standing in front of her, holding a camera.

Elara walked through the restaurant with her heels clicking against the marble floor. Heads turned as she made her way to Rebecca's table. Becky, her fiery red hair friend was practically glowing under the amber lights. She looked as stunning as ever—that "face card" was still the most reliable currency in the city. She leaned back, swirling a martini, looking completely bored while talking to a guy in a suit that cost more than a small car leaned. He seemed desperate for her attention.

I didn’t know how to tell Sergio that I was running away just because I had bumped into Dante on the street earlier today. “Or she’s running away,” Becky chirped, and I shot her a hard glare. “What? And who are you, if I may ask?” Sergio questioned, turning his attention to Becky, and I immediately stepped in, sensing the tension thickening in the room. “That’s Becky. She’s my assistant, working with me on the project,” I introduced quickly. “Hello everyone, my name is Becky,” she said with a polite bow, and I noticed my brother shamelessly checking her out.