The tablecloths disappeared everything was running smoothly customers dinned, and left satisfied. Then all of a sudden the bell on top of the door rang. Two men in black held the door as a older gentleman walked through it, followed by the handsome Nite brothers. The rest of the customers started to talk and whisper. While threw the back came the boss James Smith and wrapped around his arm was his wife Tasha.
They weren't ugly James owned many nice suits. He wore a traditional black suit. His wife was in a dark blue cocktail dress. With a lot of makeup, and hair pulled back to show her dimond studded earrings. Her hair was black, if you knew them well enough you would said as black as her soul. Extra skinny because instead of working out to lose weight she just stopped eating. James on the other hand had dirty blonde hair that was combed back basically stuck to his head. He did work out but not enough to really have abs. Just enough to hide the pizza, steak, and any other fatty foods he ate.
From afar they looked happy, and like decent people. The closer you got to them, the better you knew them, the more rotten they were. They enjoyed sucking life from beautiful things.
Let's not forget their spoiled children who walked in behind them. Brice Smith was the eldest. He had hair like his father dirty blonde. He wore a navy blue suit. Most girls enjoyed looking at him, but he could barely keep a girlfriend. Brice was like his father in that aspect to, and believed that the purpose of women were to please men. The only women he ever kept were the ones insecure enough about themselves to believe the things he would tell them. Then would dump them when a pretty girl came along, but didn't have enough money to please them.
The Smiths weren't poor but they weren't terribly rich, not yet anyways. The family was not complete without their daughter Shelby Smith. Who's hair was just as black as her mothers, and always had her hair curled. Her hair was also pulled back to reveal smaller, but just as much Dimond as Tasha's earrings. She wore a black cocktail dress that was fully sequenced with heels high enough to make her tall, but not to tall.
To explain Shelby simply, prostitute was the word to use. She wasn't out on the street, but that wouldn't stop her from getting guys. Most of them the son's of her father's business partners. Always ruining business relationships once their own father's found out.
Senior Nite and Senior Smith both shook hands and headed to an enclosed patio, while the kids and Tasha followed. After all sitting down a waitress placed the silverware and grabbed them all water. As soon as it was completed, she was shewed away by James.
"Well Mr. Nite it is very nice to meet you." James said with the fakest smile he could muster.
"Please it's Alexander." Holding out his hand to shake James's "And like wise."
"James, it's James Smith."
Alex nodded "You must be the lovely Tasha."
"Yes I am." Tasha smiled and put her hand in his. He softly placed a kiss on top of her hand. "You are very sweet Alexander." Tasha then removed her hand from his.
Alexander was just about to introduce his two sons when Angela walked in.
"Are you ready to place your order?" She said with a light tone.
Nathaniel and Jonathan looked up at her. As Nathan looked up he gave his wildest smile that most girls fell in love with. Not Angela, no she kept a straight face holding a pad and pen.
James didn't like Angela as it was, but to interrupt Mr. Nite?
"Does it look like we are ready to order?!"
James said with a tone most people would shudder in fear from. Johnathan made eye contact with James seeing some of his true color's.
"No Sir, sorry Sir." Angela never flinched to his words as she walked away.
What surprised Alexander is she didn't cower either. "Miss."
Angela hearing this turned back around to face Alex unafraid.
"Can I see you over here for a moment please?"
Angela walked over with confidence knowing that James was seething in rage. "Yes Mr. Nite, how can I assist you?"
"Please my dear, it is Alexander." He held her hand for a moment before kissing it. "Thank you for the dedication in your work. May I ask your name?"
Angela looked down to realize her name tag wasn't on. "My name is Angela, Angela Hale. My name tag must have fallen off." Knowing very well that her name tag was still on her other cloths.
Alexander laughed at the response. "its very nice to meet you." He was still holding her hand.
Angela awkwardly not trying to interrupt anymore spoke out. "If you don't mind, and don't need anything, I am quite busy and would like to get back to work."
"It is really special when you find someone so dedicated to their job as it seems you are. I won't hold you up any longer."
As Alex said this it sent happiness into her heart. Finally someone understood, somebody saw her. Joyfully she smiled bowed her head and headed for the door.
"Oh Angela one more thing."
"Hm?" She turned still a bright smile on her face.
"If you don't mind I'll take a glass of champagne."
James cut in upon hearing this. "Of course she doesn't mind." In a tone that told you he read into a glass of champagne as a sign that everything was going to work out in his favor. "Actually Ms. Hale I think a bottle of champagne would suffice. get everyone a glass please."
"Yes Sir." She walked out. knowing James you can tell every nice word that comes out of his mouth is fake. What of Alex's could his nice manner, smooth talking be honest and true? She shook her head and laughed at her own thoughts. She wasn't going to be like everyone else and fall for the kindness of Alxenader Nite. There was no way she would fall for the Nite brothers.
Angela walked back in with a tray that held two champagne bottles and seven glasses. Knowing how much James and Tasha drank one would not nearly be enough. She passed the glasses around and couldn't help but notice Nathaniel Nites eyes. When their eyes met each others he smiled, but she did not return one. Pouring the Smiths glasses one by one till she got kicked. Feeling a heel dig into the front of her ankle, of course Shelby was jealous. Whenever a guy in the age range of Angela, or herself would give Angela any type of affection, recognition, even notice would make Shelby jealous.
Angela thought it was funny Nathaniel Nite flirt with her yeah.... Only to look down and remember what she was wearing of course he was staring at her. Not because of who she was, but of how she looked and she looked like a whore, a slut you name it. All the beauty was gone she could feel the tears swell up in her eyes as she walked around the table to fill the Nites glasses. Alex nodded, Johnathan thanked her, but as she poured Nathan's he bowed his head.
"Thank you Milady." A smile that never left his lips and eyes that never stopped staring. she turned from him and quickly went to the door as fast as she could without drawing attention.
"One more thing Angela I'm terribly sorry, but will you grab another glass for when my eldest son gets here?"
Angela's heart felt like it was gonna be torn from her chest. Not only for the events that just happened, but she would have to wait on another Nite. She didn't dare turn around knowing that all she had to do was see their faces and she would break down.
"Yes Sir." Angela didn't even care to fix it on her way out.