"Holy shit," I couldn't help but mutter under my breath in shock as I walked up to the Grillhouse, only to find a line out the door, "Did everyone in town decide to go out tonight?"
I hesitated for a mont, wondering if I should just head ho, before I sighed and reached into my clutch. I pulled out my phone and, for the first ti, dialed the number I had gotten nearly three weeks ago.
I wasn't really expecting anyone to answer the phone, but surprisingly, the call only rang once before it was picked up, and a familiar voice answered, "Don't tell you're calling to cancel."
"No, I'm actually outside your restaurant right now, all dressed up, but it's probably going to be for nothing because there's no way I'm getting a seat with how many people are waiting in this line," I complained while glaring daggers at the people in front of , "Don't you guys do reservations or sothing?"
"Not at the mont, but don't worry, I promised you a al, so that's what you'll get," Ramon promised as his voice dropped an octave, which I hated as it elicited a very specific response from my body.
"Hey, cut that shit out," I muttered angrily, "Aren't you supposed to be cooking food?"
"I can multitask," Ramon replied, and I could clearly picture the arrogant smirk across his lips.
I rolled my eyes, "Oh, great to know I'm not worth all of your attention."
Ramon laughed at , though, before I could get upset, his reply nearly floored , "If you had all of my attention, you would be a puddle right now. I'm sending soone to let you in. Her na is gan, though she likes to be called g. I think the two of you will get along well."
"Don't tell she's the one you've been using all the condoms on," I asked with a raised brow, "Fucking a waitress is so tacky."
"It's actually her and a friend, but yes. She's also my woman, so play nice. I don't want to have to teach you manners tonight."
I couldn't help but hesitate as I processed what Ramon had revealed, "W-wait, she's your girlfriend? Does she know about us?!"
"I do actually, but don't worry, I'm not the jealous type."
I looked up as soone spoke to and found myself staring at one of the hottest girls I had ever seen, and I didn't even swing that way.
She was dressed in all-black clothes with an apron wrapped around her torso, clearly marking her as a server, yet also managed to look like she belonged on a magazine cover. Not to ntion, she was stacked in every single departnt, giving her a body that most n and won could only dream about.
"It's nice to put a face to a na finally," The waitress smiled as she stuck out her hand, "My na is gan, but you can call g. It's nice to et you, Sumr."
"Nice to et you as well," I replied after a second, shaking her hand, "Also, just to be clear, Ramon told you he fucked at my job, and you aren't going to poison my food, right?"
g laughed and smiled, "No, I'm not going to poison your food, now co on, let's get you a table. Also, love the dress by the way."
Still a bit shocked, I decided to just follow g into the restaurant, where she led to a small wooden table in the middle of the dining room.
"Here you are," g announced as she pulled out my seat and placed a nu on the table in front of , "I'll be right back with your water."
As g walked away, I opened the nu only to freeze when I saw the price tags, 'Jesus, this food must cure cancer or sothing...and what the fuck is a Lobster Mille-Feuille?'
"I can see that you have so questions about the nu?" g comnted as she ca back with a water pitcher to fill the empty glass in front of .
"Yeah, I have no idea what to get." I answered honestly as I looked at g, "Any recomndations?"
g grinned at , "Well, since your al is comped, I suggest you eat until you physically can't anymore. But for must-haves, I recomnd the cider, Mille-Feuille, and monkey bread; anything else is dealer's choice."
"Alright then, I guess I'll start with one of those, a salad, and a cider," I put in my order.
"Perfect, I'll put that in and make sure that Ramon puts a rush on it," g replied as she took the nu from and walked away. I couldn't help but stare. 'How does she fit all of that in those pants?'
Looking away after a second, I sat back and sipped my water, 'Not really the type of place where I should be scrolling on my phone, but damn, I can already feel myself getting bored.'
As if he could hear my thoughts, my phone started ringing, and I looked and saw it was Ramon's caller ID. I couldn't help but smile as I picked up the call, "Shouldn't you be cooking my food?"
"Multi-tasking, rember, besides I figured soone should keep you company," Ramon replied, making smirk, "You know this is the weirdest date I've ever been on."
"I thought you weren't interested in dating?" Ramon asked, throwing my earlier words back at .
"I an, that's when I thought you were just so asshole with a big dick," I replied with a grin.
"But now you know that I'm a rich asshole with a big dick who can cook, I have a chance?" Ramon inferred.
"Exactly, you hit the trifecta," I answered confidently, "Though don't worry, if you want to keep things casual and not ss up whatever arrangent you have with your real Girlfriend, I'm happy to be a side chick."
Ramon hesitated, "I think gan would be more upset if I did that than take you on a date; she's rather pushy when it cos to finding other partners."
"Why are you complaining? That sounds like every man's dream," I muttered with a shake of my head.
I heard Ramon prepare to respond, but at the last second, a shrill outburst stole my attention away from the phone call, "What do you an, it's an hour wait!? Do you really expect us to wait around and waste our night out?"
Almost every pair of eyes in the restaurant, including my own, looked over at the door, trying to figure out who was responsible for ruining the cozy atmosphere of the restaurant.
It was imdiately apparent that the person responsible was a blonde-haired girl who was glaring daggers at the other waitress I had spotted briefly with bright red curls.
"I'm sorry, but as you can see, it is a full house tonight, so the wait is going to be longer than you might like," The waitress replied sowhat timidly, clearly uncomfortable with the hostile situation.
The blonde looked like she was about to blow a fuse when one of her friends reached over to place a hand on her shoulder, "Relax, Pacifica, let's go sowhere else. This place isn't worth our ti or money."
"Mh, fuck that, Heather," Pacifica snorted as she shrugged off her friend's touch, "I didn't argue with my dad all week to let skip his stupid social parties just to get turned away from the hottest restaurant in town."
"I'm not turning you away; you just need to wait like everyone else." The waitress replied only for Pacifica to scream at her, "No one was talking to you! And I'm not like everyone else, do you know who my father is?!"
"What the hell is going on out there?" Ramon asked over the phone.
"So bitch is spoiling everyone's mood and is berating one of your waiters," I answered with a frown on my face, "I think you need to get out of here before this shit gets any more out of control."
"Goddamnit," Ramon swore and hung up the phone.
--[Ramon]--
I pulled off my apron as I stord out of the kitchen and into the dining room, imdiately drawing eyes with my entrance, "Alright, what's going on out here?"
Patty spun around, and my mood instantly soured as I saw the uncomfortable look on her face, "I-it's really nothing, Ramon, j-just a bit of a-"
"Who the hell are you?"
Patty was interrupted by a blonde-haired girl whom I assud was the ringleader for the trio currently causing a scene in my restaurant.
"I'm the chef and owner of this fine establishnt," I replied, stepping in front of Patty and crossing my arms, "And I don't appreciate rude guests who think they can scream and shout, expecting to get what they want. So lower your voice, or I'll have no other choice but to kick you out and bar you from the restaurant."
The blonde narrowed her eyes at , "You wouldn't dare, do you know who my father is? If I tell him what happened here, you'll be put out of business by the end of the week."
I opened my mouth to reply before I paused as I caught sight of sothing familiar in the daughter's visage, 'Oh, you've got to be kidding .'
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