Becky Waitress Novels & Stories

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.

After she slid back into her seat he sat down. Samantha waved the waitress over. "I heard, Sam. I'm sorry. This one turned out to be shit too. Better luck next time." "Lucy, do me a favor, bring my rescuer and myself some coffee, would you?" Turning to look at the biker, she quirked an eyebrow in question. "Food, dessert? They have the best cheesecake in town." "Coffee's fine." He said, smiling in a way that seemed to take her breath away.

Beverly grabs the name card on the table and she laughs, showing me what is written on it. “Mr and Mrs Winston.” She reads and I make a mental reminder to give the person in charge a piece of my mind later for the stupid mistake of assuming I was coming to the restaurant with my wife. Thankfully, one of the many waitresses comes to our table to take our order and saves me from the awkwardness of the situation. Beverly orders something. “Would you like a bottle of wine to go with it?” The waitress asks and Beverly just smiles, rubbing her palm over the growing bump of her stomach.

Mama is waiting for the boy, while Tonia is waiting for mama. Tonia suddenly became hungry, so she went out to get any local food available. As she stepped out, she ran into Becky. Becky is also a tenant in the building, she lives in the first room. The compound has two bathrooms and a toilet with one kitchen. Becky is the troublemaker of the compound and she sleeps at home in the morning and dolls herself up in the evening for work. She claimed to be working with a security agent but people said otherwise. They always addressed her as a social worker. She sometimes brings to the house different men and she will tell the neighbors that they are colleagues at work.