#Chapter87

"Casey. Table 15 is ready for you." Sophie tells me before heading out of the counter to her table.

I hate this job. I just started a week ago and I hate it already. But I have to push through it and earn money.

I reluctantly get out of the counter and walk to table 15. I reach for my pen and notepad to take their orders and stop in front of their table with a forced smile.

I look up to see who I'm serving today. "What can I get you-"

My eyes land on his and I froze. My smile quickly fade. He looks surprised to see...