Just because Brit was hurt that saying I'd post the rest on Friday was a tease...
PART III
“OH MY GOD!!!!” His love came barreling into straight into him trying to get to the kitchen. He held her up and prevented the plates she was holding from falling. With her in his arms, he knew now was the time. Pablo braced himself. She would know how he felt. She would know why he stayed so long in this horrible job. It was all for her.
“It finally happened! I knew, just knew that if I stuck it out in this hellhole something good would happen! And now it has!” She announced to him and the entire kitchen.
“What’s going on here?” The manager asked.
“The guy, at table 35, he just left me a $500 tip! And wanted to know if I wanted to go live in Las Vegas! He has a penthouse there. I guess he’s some CEO guy! I don’t know but he’s rich and wants to be my benefactor! I’m out of here!”
And with that, she was gone. She literally bounced out of the restaurant and his arms with the most joyful expression Pablo had ever seen. He waited. Expecting her return any day but eventually resigned himself to her departure when a whole year had passed. He returned to Brazil, a broken man, never to love again. Last he heard the waitress he had loved was gallivanting around LA with movie stars and musicians. The CEO had died without heirs and left her his estimated $2.2 billion estate. She was having a love child by three time MYP winner Tom Brady.
Still, some nights, when he was feeling particularly lonely and was plagued by restlessness, he could still smell the dizzying aroma of hard liquor and cheap pizza and would swear he could hear her sweet voice say, “I…NEED…YOU…TO…GET…THAT!!!”
The End
“OH MY GOD!!!!” His love came barreling into straight into him trying to get to the kitchen. He held her up and prevented the plates she was holding from falling. With her in his arms, he knew now was the time. Pablo braced himself. She would know how he felt. She would know why he stayed so long in this horrible job. It was all for her.
“It finally happened! I knew, just knew that if I stuck it out in this hellhole something good would happen! And now it has!” She announced to him and the entire kitchen.
“What’s going on here?” The manager asked.
“The guy, at table 35, he just left me a $500 tip! And wanted to know if I wanted to go live in Las Vegas! He has a penthouse there. I guess he’s some CEO guy! I don’t know but he’s rich and wants to be my benefactor! I’m out of here!”
And with that, she was gone. She literally bounced out of the restaurant and his arms with the most joyful expression Pablo had ever seen. He waited. Expecting her return any day but eventually resigned himself to her departure when a whole year had passed. He returned to Brazil, a broken man, never to love again. Last he heard the waitress he had loved was gallivanting around LA with movie stars and musicians. The CEO had died without heirs and left her his estimated $2.2 billion estate. She was having a love child by three time MYP winner Tom Brady.
Still, some nights, when he was feeling particularly lonely and was plagued by restlessness, he could still smell the dizzying aroma of hard liquor and cheap pizza and would swear he could hear her sweet voice say, “I…NEED…YOU…TO…GET…THAT!!!”
The End