“I’m so sorry,” I said, dragging strength from an unknown place within, “I need you to repeat what you said.”
I could feel myself start to blush and went with it. I obviously couldn’t be in control of myself around these people and gave up. It’s not like I would ever see them again. Plus, I wasn’t known for being the most eloquent person anyway.
“Hey, no sweat. We were hoping for a pitcher of Whistler Ale and three glasses.” He smiled at me as if he were half relieved — as if he were in on a secret I wasn’t privy to. I did my best to try to place him from my dreams or around Whistler but fell flat. I was certain I recognized excitement in his voice, but that didn’t make any sense either. Beer wasn’t that exciting, and I surely wasn’t either. It must have to do with whatever they were speaking about before I arrived at their table, just an interrupted conversation I had wandered into.
“Sounds good. I’ll bring those right out.” I spun around and went to the bar, excited by this new communication and secretly hoping that they would be at the restaurant during my entire shift.
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