Michelle counted her tip from the last table and scoffed at the shrapnel, but she’d take what she could.
“Shelly,” ‘What a ridiculous nickname.’ “can you see to table six?”
“Sure thing Ronny!” she called back.
‘Two can play at that game Sharon.’
She worked in a fancy little restaurant, not that that made a difference to her wages, she still got paid next to nothing. Table six was two gentlemen, laughing loudly and already red-faced from lager.
“Can I get you any starters gentlemen?”
They looked up at her and her reaction was instant: “Shit!”
Probably not the best thing to say to customers but she thought it would be okay for her fiancé to hear.
“Umm…” was the only sound Ross made.
A few facts ran through Michelle’s head: A) this was her betrothed who B) didn’t know she worked in a restaurant and so C) she needed to get away as quickly as possible.
She began walking away. Where to she didn’t know (she had two hours left) and with Ross following her it wasn’t like she could hide.
“Nope,” she kept repeating as if Ross would give up and think she just had an evil twin sister. Through the restaurant they raced, Michelle now lightly jogging as other patrons watched.
Finally, she reached a storage cupboard and hurried inside slamming the door behind her. However, given the door obviously didn’t lock from the inside she was soon joined by Ross.
There was an awkward minute with Michelle staying on one side of the small cleaning room and Ross on the other.
“So…what are you doing here?”
Michelle was already biting at her nails.
“I don’t work in an office,” she whispered.
“Are you a waitress?”
“Then why are you dressed like a waitress?”
There was a pause and her mind drew a blank.
“…Because I’m a waitress.”
He laughed and she covered her face with her hands, sitting down on an upturned bucket.
“Hey, it’s okay if you’re a waitress. How…long have you been a waitress?”
“Umm…since I was fourteen.”
“Since we’ve been going out!?”
“Well you have such a fancy sounding job and I got so worried you’d not like me unless I had an office job too.”
“And so, you lied?”
“For the six years of our relationship?”
“Well the longer I left it, the harder it was to…you know, tell you the truth.”
Ross laughed again, and she winced.
“Please stop laughing.”
“Why not? This is such a you thing to do. To be so awkward to keep up a charade for six years.”
She scuffed her work shoes and they left a black mark on the floor.
“Do you really think I’d hate you for being a waitress?”
“Well not anymore…now I think you’ll hate me for lying.”
Ross chuckled again, shaking his head at the ridiculous situation. He strode across the small room and kissed her.
“I’m marrying you because you’re crazy enough to lie. Just…no more secrets Michelle.”
“Well if we’re not having any more secrets then you probably should call me Amy.”