Page 65 of Flipping His Script
Chapter 25
Anna
I gave a little jump as an angry male voice called out, "Hey! Anna!"
When I whirled to look, I spotted a cook from the day shift stalking toward me from somewhere near the rear of the restaurant.
He was a big, burly guy with lots of tattoos. I couldn't remember his name, but Ididknow that we hadn't been particularly friendly, mostly because I barely knew him.
He was holding a lit cigarette and scowling as he closed the distance between us. When he reached me, he said, "Thanks a lot."
I gave him a worried frown. Obviously, he wasn't thanking me for real, but I had no idea what I'd done to deserve his apparent wrath. Reluctantly, I asked, "For what?"
He gave a snort of disgust. "You know what."
I shook my head. "No. I don't, honest." I glanced toward the restaurant. "Did something happen?"
In the back of my mind, I had visions of Felicity making all kinds of trouble for the waitresses and cooks. In truth, the idea wasn'tthatfar-fetched. That sort of thing happened all the time when difficult customers decided to make a stink.
I could only imagine how big of a stink a famous movie star could make given half a chance.
But already, the guy was saying, "Hell yeah, something happened. Carla got stuck with three of your shifts."
Oh, crap.
Belatedly, I recalled that he was living with a waitress on the day shift. Now, I couldn't help but cringe. "She did?"
"Yeah. And you know she's eight months pregnant."
In truth, Ididn'tknow. I hadn't seen her in several months. But the realization made me feel ten times worse.
I gave him an apologetic look. "So, she didn't have a choice?"
He glowered down at me. "What doyouthink?"
I bit my lip. "Gosh, I'm really sorry."
"Sorry, my ass." He glanced toward the restaurant. "What, you thought it'd be a good joke to come in and show off?"
"I wasn't showing off," I protested.
"Oh yeah? Is that why you broughthim?"
He didn't say who he meant, but it was beyond easy to guess that he was talking about Flynn.
I tried to explain. "I didn't bringhim.Hebroughtme." At the memory, I couldn't help but sigh. "I told him we should go somewhere else, but…" I hesitated.But what?After all, there was only so much I could say.Lamely, I finished by murmuring, "He just really wanted to comehere, that's all."
The guy was still glowering. "Sure he did."
"He did," I insisted. "And about Carla, I meant what I said. I'm truly sorry." I gave him a hopeful smile. "Maybe Flynn can call Dwight and see if he'll change the schedule?"
Dwight was the restaurant's manager. I'd never found him to be particularly reasonable, but I also knew that Flynn could be quite persuasive when he wanted to be.
The cook gave a hard scoff. "Too late."
"What do you mean?"
"Healreadydid that."
