Page 53 of Bratva Knight

“No problem.” I put her order into the tablet and sent it back to the kitchen. “And for you?”

“Black coffee and a plate of bacon, eggs and sausages. Make it snappy. Last time, you guys took nearly ten minutes to bring out my food.”

Yeah, because it takes time to cook it, asshole. It doesn’t just appear out of thin air you slimy, big-nosed, pimply faced—

“I’ll see if we can put a rush on that for you. If you need anything else, let me know.” I took their menus and went back to the counter, the fake smile slipping from my face the moment I turned around.

Belinda gave me an encouraging smile as she wiped down the surface of the front counter. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it? You did great. Now, I’m going to get their drink orders done. Can you go clean down tables three and twelve? Remember my saying?”

“If you have time to lean, you have time to clean. And it’s actually Sheldon Cooper’s saying.”

She raised her brows. “Fellow Big Bang fan?”

“That’s putting it mildly. I’m pretty sure I can recite every word of every episode verbatim.”

“You should come to the Trivia Night they’re having at the Smoke and Mirrors Bar in a couple nights.” She placed two cups under the coffee machine, flicking and twisting different dials. “They have them once a month, and this month it’s on Big Bang Theory. Somebody just pulled out of my team and I’ve got a spot free.”

I frowned. “I’ve never been to a trivia night before.”

“What?” she exclaimed. “Oh my god, now youhaveto come. They’re so much fun. There’s drinks, mediocre food and a hella competitive atmosphere. Last month, there was almost a fist fight.”

“Really?” I arched a brow, my interest officially peaked. I loved a good old-fashioned fist fight. “Count me in. Just let me know where and when.”

Belinda squealed, jumping up and down. “Yes! Thank you. I didn’t want to go in one team member down. I’m determined to beat Jessica this time.”

“Who’s Jessica?”

She growled. “My nemesis. Her and her team wineverymonth. Every. Goddamn. Month. I’m sick of it. And she’s not gracious about it either. She rubs it in my face and taunts me with it. Once, just once, I want to beat her soIcan rub it inherface.”

I smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you get your win.”

“I knew me and you were going to get along,” she winked. “Now, go clean down those tables while I finish making these drinks. Please and thank you.”

I gave her a quick salute and then went to do as she asked. I was halfway through the job when I heard the shrill, annoying voice of Mrs Douche.

“Hey!”

I lifted my eyes to her, continuing to wipe the table down. “Yes?”

“I ordered my latte twenty minutes ago. What the fuck is taking so long?”

They weren't eveninthe café twenty minutes ago.

Lying sack of—

“I’ll go check on that for you,” I pushed out through clenched teeth.

“Well, hurry up.”

I’ll hurry up and smash this chair over your head.

I chose to take the safer option and not say what I was really thinking, heading back to the counter.

“Your face looks downright murderous,” Belinda said, amusement in her eyes.

“I don’t know how much longer I can do this job,” I answered honestly. I wasn’t the type to bite my tongue and not say what I was really thinking. If someone was being a rude bitch, I told them they were being a rude fucking bitch. End of story.

Her eyes cut to the clock hanging on the wall and back. “You’ve been here for five hours and served all of two customers.”

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