Waiter Story Novels & Stories

Unexpectedly, hurried footsteps echoed as the employee approached the door. "Wait! Ladies, please come with me." Caroline and Paige turned to see a waiter rushing toward them. The waiter bore a striking resemblance to someone from their hometown. Once the female employee departed, he smiled at Caroline and Paige. "I'm sorry, but someone wants to meet you. Please come with me." Perplexed once again, Caroline and Paige joined the waiter in the elevator. Upon reaching the top floor, the waiter guided them to a room and knocked on the door. The door swung open, revealing a man in a white shirt leisurely preparing tea.

He looked out the window for a moment, and when he caught my stare, he shifted his gaze to me. “Why do the waiters wait for you to signal to them?” “Because this is my restaurant.” “Oh…” Good thing I’d only given compliments. “Do you like to cook?” “I don’t know shit about food. I just bought a couple places to wash my money…among other things.” I wondered what those other things were. “I’m glad we came back so I could try something else.” The waiter returned with the drinks. He poured me a glass of wine and left the bottle behind.

drinking" the waiter said with concern lacing his voice. " What's your job here?" Lucas asked calmly while toying with the lighter in his hand. " To serve customers" The waiter replied cautiously. " Who am I? " Lucas asked again and the waiter frowned his face in confusion. " How am I supposed to know who you are when we haven't met before? " The waiter replied with his own question and Lucas let out a bitter smile. You can tell that he is not annoyed by the young man's question. " Your IQ is quite low" Lucas sighed and pushed the glass forward for the waiter to fill and he did without fussing. " What does this have to do with my IQ? You must be drunk" The waiter mumbled and put a lollipop

The waiter lifted the plate, acknowledged Carissa with a slight nod, and departed with a smile, betraying no hint of judgment toward Carissa's recent actions. Kathy and Dominic, positioned at a distance, observed the interaction between the waiter and Carissa. However, they were unable to discern the contents of what Carissa had added to the food. Opting for silence, Kathy and Dominic patiently awaited the waiter's approach. "I apologize for the inconvenience, both of you. There was a minor mishap with this dish earlier. Kindly allow me a moment to have a fresh one prepared for you in the kitchen. Furthermore, all charges for your dining experience today will be waived," the waiter conveyed

Why was it so hard for him to just have a meal? “I remember that the boss of this restaurant is Willow Jones, right? Please ask him to come over,” he said to the waiter again. The waiter chuckled. Who the heck was he? How could he just meet Eternity Dining’s boss as he wanted? “I’m sorry, our boss is not around,” the waiter said contemptuously. Not around? It was clearly an excuse.

Max, the owner of Grillo’s has started offering me free meals just to come often. Stacey, a waitress in Grillo’s would always charm me into covering up for her when she goes out on a date with her boyfriend. The pregnant Emily has taken it upon herself to worry about the whole town. Grandpa Steven has been narrating to me his love story every time I visit him.

I added before Dad could rant again. Turning to the man I'm clinging to, I meet his calm gaze. "So, what's your name? What business do you do?" I curiously ask. A smile never left my face despite taking him so long to reply. Not only was I waiting for his response but the entire room of guests. "I'm a waiter, Madame. I'm here to take all the empty glasses" ****tbc****

With a swift stride, he arrived, his attentive gaze fixed on Elma and Chloe. "Any problem, ma'am?" the waiter inquired, his voice brimming with professionalism. Chloe offered a warm yet confident smile, her voice steady and composed. "Not really. I just made a transfer. Kindly confirm it for us, please," she requested, her words carrying an air of assuredness. The waiter nodded, his eyes focused on the task at hand. "Alright, ma'am. Right away," he acknowledged. As they waited, the surrounding ambiance seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the intensity of their thoughts.

And honestly, it’s beginning to scare the hell out of me. We finished eating with bickering round the table, they asked me about my job, and other things, which I responded to and I was already tired I wanted to go home to my laptop and continue working. Till suddenly, the waiter came again, but this time he wasn’t called. He held a beautiful bouquet of flower in his hands and a smile on his face. As he stopped at our table, he asked, “Please, who’s Starr amongst y’all?”

The waiter asked. "Just get me a glass of water. I'm actually waiting for someone." I replied to him with a smile. "Oh, no problem ma'am." He said and left my table. After a minute or two, the waiter returned with a glass water for me. "Here you go ma'am." He said as he dropped it on my table. "Thank you." I replied. The waiter left while I sipped the water. Where the heck is Stark? I thought the men do the waiting and not the ladies.