Sierra
We walk into Gaetano’s and are seated right away. I was a little nervous coming here since I was supposed to start the day shift this morning. But Anthony had called and told them I would no longer be working there and to find someone to cover today’s shift.
A waitress I had never seen before, since I never worked in the mornings, came up to our table and smiled brightly at Anthony.
“Good morning Mr. Angelo, I hope it’s going well. What can I get you to drink?”
“My fiancé and I would like a carafe of freshly squeezed orange juice. I’d like a cup of espresso, two plates of eggs benedict, a plate of sausage and bacon and sourdough toast. Anything else you want Tesoro?”
I blushed as the waitress looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
“Croissant with butter and jam please. Raspb
