Page 3 of Gamers' Omega
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I checked my uniform. White shirt, black trousers. Both were clean and professional-looking. I ran a hand through my freshly cut brown hair and grinned.
My first day at a new job, and I could already feel that it was going to be amazing. The manager, Owen, was a pretty likable guy from the interview, and he’d taken me around for a brief tour when he’d offered me the position.
You got a vibe as a server from how the others carried themselves. Were they looking over their shoulder constantly, or did they banter?
The banter level at Slice of Heaven was off the charts. Work got done, but everybody was smiling, and I could tell that it came from the top. People weren’t afraid to go to management with questions or issues, because they knew the boss had their back.
It was just the kind of place that made for dedicated employees, and return customers who actually mattered.
Sure, there would be the occasional entitled crazy, but diners recognized when the vibe was good, and they rewarded such restaurants.
Maybe I’d make some friends and be able to settle in quickly.
One last check, then I was off for my first day of training.
It was going to be a good day.
Chapter 2
~November~
“Order up!” Owen called from the kitchen.
I rushed over and grabbed a pizza and an order of pasta, balancing them as I carried them back to the dining room.
“I’ll be with you in just a minute,” I said to a group of men standing at the host station.
“No prob,” one replied.
I grinned, dropped the order at my table, and hustled back over.
“Table for four?” I asked.
One of the men—all alphas, and quite handsome—nodded. “We’ll be camping for a while, so we’re usually seated in the back section.”
“Got it,” I replied. “Need menus?”
He laughed. “Naw, we always order the same thing. But you seem new.”
I grinned. “I’m Eric. Just started a couple of weeks ago.”
“Ian,” he replied, grinning under a mop of blond hair, his green eyes twinkling.
“Tony, and you’ll be seeing plenty of us,” cut in a man with brown hair, a lean build, and brown eyes. “We’re in at least once a week during the winter.”
“Sometimes more,” laughed a third with frosted brown hair, athletic frame, and one green and one blue eye. “The pizza here is worth it. I’m Freddie, by the way.”
“Always like to know the reviews are good,” I laughed.
The fourth patted his stomach. While not overly large, he did have a few more pounds than the others. His black hair was neat and his dark eyes shone. “My name’s Beck, and the reviews are excellent.”
I stopped at a booth and the four piled in, then promptly set a board game box in the middle of the table.
I laughed when I saw what game they’d brought. “You weren’t kidding about camping, if you’re planning to play that while you’re here.”
Ian raised an eyebrow. “You know it?”
