Page 14 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

"There's order pads in that cabinet by the door." Peach walked over and spun the wheel hanging behind the bar and in the opening to the kitchen. "They can go here. Fill them to the left and spin. If you girls can put your name on the bottom, I can yell for you when the orders are up. It'll be up to you to remember which table gets what order."

"Gotcha." She smiled. "That's easy enough. Thank you."

She returned to the group of women and passed them each an order pad. Repeating the instructions from the kitchen, she informed them that breaks would be taken in order, one at a time. She left the last slot for her break.

"Any questions?" she asked.

Everyone shook their heads. With business behind her, Lizzy inhaled and tried to relax. It was only another eight hours on the clock, serving the customers, and putting on a smiling face. She had this.

Coco caught her gaze and lifted her brows. Reading her mind, she bugged her eyes. They were going to have so much to talk about after they got home.

Checking the time, they only had five more minutes until they were open. She moved around the tables she was responsible for and made sure the chairs were all tucked in. The remodel put more open space in the main room, and that was nice when things got busy.

There could easily be a hundred people at the same time inside. That level of customers overwhelmed her. Twenty-five customers at a given time was a busy day when she worked for Mr. Reeves.

Voices broke through the quiet, growing louder and closer. She turned toward the back of the bar. Bikers flooded the main room, all wearing leather vests. Some of them had a woman with them.

In the middle of the crowd, Roar strode forward, looking at Lizzy. She had no time to look at Coco for support or to take a breath to prepare for the boss. He was across the room, and then he was standing in front of her, assessing her with those startling blue eyes.

She wanted to look down.

God, she wanted to raise her hand and cover her breasts.

She knew they were showing over the top of her shirt, but during the prep, she forgot to keep an eye how much the top moved. Knowing the material had a mind of its own, she hoped she looked okay, and the button was still holding strong.

Roar slowly dragged his gaze up to her eyes. She looked down quickly and exhaled in relief.

His gaze warmed, catching her. She raised her brows and refused to be embarrassed.

"It looks like you're ready to work?" His deep voice made her more nervous than before.

"Absolutely." She waited for him to say more and when he continued looking at her, she admitted, "I think."

"You'll do fine." He looked around the room, easing up on her. "You can start out slow with my order. I'll take a double patty, no tomatoes, with fries. Afterward, you can bring me a pitcher of beer."

Caught off guard, she jumped. "I'll be right on that."

Writing the order down and scribbling her name as she walked toward the window behind the bar, she met Coco putting up her order. Sharing a smile, she turned. "Peer, I'll need a pitcher of beer in fifteen minutes."

"Got it," said Peer, giving Kelli a quick kiss before he grabbed a bottle of alcohol from the shelf.

A biker with a woman stepped in front of her. "We'll order."

"Great." Instead of sitting them, she took out her pad. "What can I get you two?"

They rattled off separate appetizers and drinks. Writing it all down, she looked at them again, making sure she'd find them in the crowd of black leather. With everyone in vests and most of them sporting beards and longish hair, it would get confusing, especially without having a designated table for them ahead of time.

Before she could get to the kitchen, more people ordered food and drinks. Some shouting them out to her as if she'd remember and she had to ask them again.

Two hours later, she wondered if the number of bikers coming in would ever ease. More and more seemed to appear, while others gave up their tables to make room for someone else.

Only during her first break had she realized that no regular men had walked through the front door.

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