Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“Is there, like, an employee break room?” she asks, and I laugh. “Or a table I can fill these out on?”
“There is a desk and a pen.” I point at the desk. “I have to head back out there.”
As she reaches across me to grab a pen, the scent of vanilla fills my nose. “I’ll fill this out by the bar, away from everyone.”
“Suit yourself.” I turn and walk back out, going behind the bar where Janelle is making her drinks. I look over at her as she stands at the corner of the bar. “You need anything else?” I ask Janelle, who shakes her head.
“Just need a refill.” She motions to the two glasses she put on a brown tray before delivering them to a table of men who came in for the tour, then stayed to have dinner.
I work on the four other orders she has put on the bar since I went in the back, placing them on the trays with the papers. “You done?” I ask when she closes the folder, and she nods. “Okay, you can have those three tables over there.” I point at the three tables in the corner. I grab a white pad of paper. “When you get the orders, come back, and I’ll show you how the system works.” She nods at me and then looks at the table. “They aren’t going to bite.”
“Easy for you to say,” she mutters, making me chuckle as I watch her walk over to the table, taking a second to check out her ass. She walks up to the table, and I hear her introduce herself to the group of women. “I should probably apologize to you guys now,” she says. “It’s my first day on the job.” The women laugh with her. “But I’ll try.”
By the time she makes it back to me, she has three different papers with the orders on them. I see that she drew the table and numbered the chairs so she knows who gets what. “Okay,” she states, “step one done.” She takes a deep breath as I step out from the bar and go to the POS system that Charlie’s grandfather had for us.
“Okay, so you press the table,” I tell her, touching it on the screen, and then show her where everything is. “It’s all numbered so if they order it off the menu, you can just look for the numbers.”
“This girl wants a vodka cranberry with a splash of pineapple juice.” She looks at her paper. “Do we offer that?”
“Yeah, it’s under vodka,” I say, pulling down the vodka menu. “Did they order food?”
“No, I didn’t ask.” She shakes her head. “Should I go back?”
“No, you can ask them when you deliver their drinks.”
“Okay, good. Now, do I have to make these drinks because…” She trails off, and I laugh.
“No, that’s my job,” I inform her, and she looks at me.
“When you do that, what do I do?” she asks.
“You wait,” I tell her, stepping behind the bar with the pieces of paper in my hand.
“Hi,” Janelle greets when she comes to Harmony’s side, “I’m Janelle.”
“I’m Harmony.” She puts her hand out. “First day on the job—ever.” She exhales.
“It’ll be fine,” she assures her. “Brady is the best.” She smiles at her, and I see Janelle look at me, winking. “His bark is worse than his bite. Isn’t that right, big man?”
Harmony looks at me and then Janelle. “Here you go.” I place the drinks on the tray. “You, stop trying to scare her.”
“Me?” Janelle points at me when Harmony walks off. “You’re looking at her like you are going to chew her head off.”
“I am not,” I scoff at her, turning and filling out the orders. For the rest of the night, I teach her to put in orders and take payments. Lucky for me, she’s a quick learner; more importantly, the customers smile when she’s with them.
“Janelle, you can clock out,” I announce at ten thirty when there are only two tables left. “I’m going to show her how to close up.”
“Sounds good,” Janelle says. “See you soon, Harmony.” She waves at her when she grabs her bag from behind the counter. “Later, Brady.” She walks out of the bar. I watch her get into her car from behind the bar and then turn to see Harmony coming back toward me.
“What do I do now?” she asks, putting her arms onto the bar top.
“Clean up.” I grab a rag and the spray bottle. “Make sure every single table is clean.”
She walks around the bar, cleaning every single table, even the ones I know are still clean from before. I hand her a white envelope. “What is this?” she asks.
“That’s the tips for the night,” I tell her, and she doesn’t even open it. “You can clock out,” I tell her, and she just stares at me.