Kawthar Ahmed
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“Are you from Texas?” A guest at the table asks Layla this while she's going through her mental list of the next several processes in line to achieve optimum server function. As she repeats one table’s order in her head, she's thinking about another table’s missing duck breast, the wine bottle she needed to retrieve from the cellar downstairs, and the dessert menu she needed to drop at a table of women whose teeth, she could assume, were beginning to sweeten by the sounds of curiosity about their dinner's epilogue. As her eyes flit around the room, she sees the bar-top is a full queue of drinks that are getting warm while the service bartender is all elbows- shaking like his lil’ life depends on it. She can't tell if it’s condensation from the shaker tins or sweat flying but it is wet back there. She's relieved to notice someone is clearing one of her tables for her then immediately less relieved that every table in sight needs either water or bread and people are fanning themselves with menus. She hears more drink tickets printing and bows her head to give the bartender psychic regards.
By Kawthar Ahmed3 years ago in Feast