I just started working at Munchies. A place you find in every college town – one of a hundred. Good booze, bad food, long hours and a perfect place to disappear into the crowd, to live harshly and recklessly and to connect with no one. It was the perfect place to die.
I met him tonight and the evening should have been as memorable as all the others. Which is to say I hoped to be saturated enough at the end of the night to remember nothing at all.
There were 5 brothers who were always together. That first night…my first night…they sat at my table. Just the luck of the draw or divine intervention. I couldn’t have said then but now I can say it was the latter.
“Hey boys – what’s your poison?” I said as I cringed inwardly at the reference.
“You’re new…we are here about every night so we would have noticed…you… before…” said one. The way the comment just hung in the air indicated he was paying me a compliment in his own fashion. You could see his height even though he was sitting and he had dark hair and skin and pale green eyes. He looked kind and that made me wary. Kind made me feel tired as well as making me feel like shit.
“I’m busy so what’s your damage?” I said as my eyebrows popped up and the tone of my question and my expression said it all. I may have all day but I don’t intend to spend it here waiting on you.
He looked around the empty room and laughed and the rest joined in or at least most of the rest. One still hadn’t acknowledged me. Everyone else had made polite eye contact…even though I was being a bitch.
Corona, Dos Equis, Corona, Corona. The guy in the corner still hadn’t said a word.
“You coming from Spanish class…” Don’t judge me for anything other than being a complete bitch. Which I accept…which I embrace.
I got him smiling again and he has dimples. Cute. The one who was ignoring me still hadn’t said a word. Fortunately these guys apparently liked a smart ass. I should have been more worried about my tips but it was my first night and I didn’t want to set expectations to high with my new employers or my frequent customers. Model employee I would not ever be. Better to be honest and up front about that kind of shit.
The mute flicked his hand in a kind of I don’t give a fuck kind of way and the guy to his right requested a JD straight up. Must be his usual. He had to have made an effort at that point NOT to look at me. I mean that kind of eye contact is just polite and usually quite natural. But it didn’t seem like he was just being a dick to me so why take it personally. He had just treated the brother next to him like a servant.
I got ‘em setup and they finished the shift off quick and hit the road. The mute paid the whole bill and he doubled the amount so I got a nice tip.
He still hadn’t laid eyes on me.