Becky Waitress Novels & Stories

"Now I'm curious." "I took Madeline…" She kicked his feet under the table. "We're keeping the waitress waiting." "Oh." Drew glanced up at the waitress. "Apologies." He turned back to her. "Go ahead, babe." At the word 'babe', the waitress' eyes bounced back and forth between her and Drew's faces. Then she sighted the rings upon their fingers and understanding dawned. The stars were erased from her eyes and immediately a professional veneer took its place. "I'll have," she cast Drew a sly look, "chili cheese fries, bacon cheeseburger and mocktail."

Becki had good reasons when she did those things. But her customers are something else. They're idiots, all of them. I mean, that old dude last night had to have been at least 60. What business did his wife have accusing her of flirting with the old dinosaur? Get real. The worst part is, she isn't even supposed to be here. Waitressing, that is. She might have successfully skipped out on that credit card debt - thank god all her cards were actually in someone else's name - but it's not like she has anything else to live on.

"Woah! This eatery has an interesting backstory. So Becky is the one..." "Sister." A customer came in as I was talking with Charlie, who is also the grandson of the cafe owner. I moved up to greet her, but first she waved at Charlie. Is she familiar with the barista? She nodded and moved up to him to talk. "Bella, you can go now because the one who is supposed to work has finally arrived. She's Charlotte, she's the one that works the evening shifts," Becky remarked, staring at the girl who had just arrived.

But they hardly posted his photo, and I didn't want to raise the topic or reopen an old wound by claiming that Kevin was my son and not Clara's. "Yeah. I am the owner of this Restaurant. Is anything the matter?" I asked Edwin. Just then, my assistant who governs the Restaurant in my absence and reports to me about the daily sales and bookings, came out to greet me. She was a young woman in her late twenties, and she wore a white top and black trousers. Her name was Becky Williams. "Good morning, Madam," Becky quickly greeted me, interrupting my conversation with Edwin. And Kaleb rushed to hug Becky.

the cook looks at me, beaming, waiting for my request. I chuckle. I recognize this little Omega, her name is Becky, and she just started an apprenticeship at Roth's restaurant. I could tell she was eager to impress. "Well, hello again, Becky. What's on the menu today? It can't take too long as I have to go meet my father soon."

Throughout dinner, Michael and I had a lovely conversation while eating after the waitress had given us our orders. We shared everything that we could think of. I have to say that my professor is brilliant. He has a great sense of humor too; I would have to admit. Our conversation kept going, and we just enjoyed each other’s company. That was until the waitress came over and told me that they were closing in ten minutes. Michael said, can I have the check, please? Becky, that is the waitress's name, which I saw on her name tag. Alright, I will be right back with it. We continued our conversation until she came back.

The waitress noticed and approached her. “Hey cute one, should I help with the weight on your shoulders? You can count on me.” She smiled. That's how friendly-natured Mrs. Becky had been. She's been working as a waitress for over 15 years and never seems to have a weak bone in the job. The weird thing is how she has been working almost everywhere. That struck Naomi for once, right there, while Mrs. Becky was smiling a thousand charms. How come she works in every city I have ever moved to? Naomi thought, but warded it off with a conviction from their previous discussion, she loves exploring the world.

She questioned. "There is an international Jazz festival in a couple of days, so this place is up and running." He responded. They walked over to a small diner. It was neat and incredibly unperturbed. Isis was fond of it immediately. "We'll have lunch here and then maybe a drive to the beach." He looked at her for confirmation. "Sure, but you could've mentioned we were going to the beach, I would've dressed appropriately." She countered. "Not to worry, that's something we can correct in a heartbeat." His eyes darkened while the corner of his lips quirked. They took a seat and were approached by an enthusiastic waitress. She introduced herself as Becky, her eyes drinking in the dazzling sight