"Come on, hurry and serve this on the table #26"
He fixed the black polo and wrapped the brown apron around his waist. The reflection of other people sitting in the wide restaurant in front of his sight was hard to deal with.
This wasn't supposed to be his job, but his mom called a little earlier asking him to help her friend's business. Yes, the owner of this new restaurant was his mother's friends.
Aiden brushed his hair and took the tray. He opened the door from the kitchen going to the counter. Some of the customers there looked at him, noticing his handsome aura, which he hated. He just wanted to finish this as soon as possible.
"Good evening. Here's your order."
He slowly put the dishes on the table and held the tray back to his chest. When he was about to bow his head, someone poke him.
"Aiden?"
Their eyes met, and the first one who reacted was the young lady. "What are you doing here?" she asked.
