*Ring.....ring...ring….ring...ring*
*Beep*
"Hello?"
"Does she still trust you?"
"Uhhhhhhh.......That's to be decided."
"Are you confident that if she does see you, she won't pull?"
"Better to not take any chances. She seems very set in her ways of not needing backup. Especially from a Kid."
"She's a Kid!!!!!!!!!!!!!
...…..Go back to class, and I'll text you the Meet."
"Sounds good."
"Here we are Ma'am. Would you like me to get your bags for you?"
"Uhhhh....No. I........Actually, Yes. I wouldn't mind.
Let me get checked in first, and then I'll tell you where you can place them."
"Wait for me inside then. I'll just be a minute."
*Ding*
"Hello. What can I do for...….Oh….oh. Ruby. It's you.
How do you do?
Right this way, please."
"Ummm...Thanks.
Really, I mean that. You don't know me and I don't know you, but we do seem to share someone in common."
"Something else as well.
Hi, my name is Bart."
"Ruby."
"That's a nice grip you got there, Girl. As strong as wet wood."
"Funny you say that.
Where uhhhh….where is my room?
My Driver has my bags and I wouldn't want him just standing there."
"Would you like me to show you around first?"
"Maybe later. I have to get dressed for a date."
"Ooooooo. So soon?"
"Not that kind of date.
I'd love for you to show me around your Quaint little place sometime later, but not now. Before I go, I have to check in on a few people and call....."
"Your parents?"
"What?"
"To...to tell them that is not a date. Right?"
"Oh yeah. I'll call her to.....when I have time."
"Room 216 is where you'll be. Here's your keys."
"Thank you.
YOU GET THAT?"
"I'LL BE IN IN A MINUTE."
"Boys.....
Glad he's carrying your bags and not you.
From what I see, looking out this window; you pack a lot.
What are you compensating? Pack like Royalty."
"No. Just a change of clothes for every occasion, really."
"Ahhh. I see.
Well, have a good one."
"You too, Bart. You too."
"Elevator?"
"Elevator.
Umm…Bart."
"Yes, Ruby?"
"You wouldn't happen to have a Cart, would you?"
"Why would you need a Cart?"
"Not for me.
Wouldn't want my guys strong hands to grow limp, would you?"
"....I'll get you a cart."
"Thank you.
Come on, Coursier."
"Coming."
"Faster, Jordan. Faster.
Those plates can't move themselves."
"Why did I agree to do this again?"
"You didn't want to work back of house, remember? And since i can't have you in front, then team Macot is the best fit."
"I get that, but why did I agree to spin plates of food?"
".....Too draw customers."
"Is it working? I can hardly see out of this suit."
"Order please.
Order please."
*Ding*
"Welcome to the one and only."
"......Yeah. I'd say it's working. Maybe a little too well."
"HEY, what are you doing out here? Your break isn't for another ten minutes."
"Ooops, gotta go.
Break a leg, Jordan, but not a plate."
"Yeah, yeah....I know."