Page 24 of The Playboy and the Waitress

She points up towards the hostess stand and sitting on the counter is a beautiful huge flower arrangement with every color tulip imaginable in it.

“Those are for me?”

“Got your name on them girl.”

By this time almost every server in the restaurant is at the hostess stand looking at this beautiful arrangement. I pick the card off and open it.“Brutus says he is sorry, and I am too, so this is from your two (hopefully) favorite guys.”

I can’t hold back the giggle that leaves my throat and before I can say a word Alecia grabs the card out of my hand.

“Who the hell is Brutus?”

“My bull.”

“Ok, you all got some freaky shit going on out there in the boonies.”

‘Quit it, my bull got into my flower bed the other night and I was upset that he ate all my tulips.”

“Yeah, whatever, girlfriend. That right there is a few hundred-dollar arrangement… You must be doing something right.”

“Alecia, can I ask you something?”

“Ok, why have you got that sad face? This guy apparently likes you. What’s wrong with him that you’re not overly excited about this spectacular gift right here?”

“There is nothing wrong with him, it’s me. Let’s just say that I didn’t live up to his friends’ expectations. I had nice clothes on and for once I even watched my mouth and somehow they knew I wasn’t one of them. How?”

“It’s because you don’t scream snob, sweetie. What do they say, you can take the girl out of the county, but you can’t take the country out of the girl! Baby, we are who we are and that’s just how it’s supposed to be. I think those highfalutin’ assholes have a secret handshake or something that lets you know you’re one of the gang. But in the long run, it wouldn’t have mattered what you wore or how you talked. You are not one of them.”

I know she is right, but… damn. I lean over, smelling the closest tulip, the arrangement is huge and so colorful. I don’t think I have ever received anything this nice. I have to take a deep breath to calm my emotions down as tears form in my eyes.

“Janice, can I leave this up here? I only have a few more hours on my shift and I don’t want the vase to get broken in the back.”

“Yep, I'm gonna lie and tell everyone it’s mine.”

I pick my phone up, sending him a short text.

“Thank you, they are beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you are.”

“Sweet talking and pretty flowers are a sure way to a girl's heart.”

“I need all the help I can get. You available this evening?”

“Depends.”

“How about I fix you dinner?”

“You can cook?”

“That’s to be determined.”

“Ok.”

“I’ll send you my address, how about six?”

I sendhim a thumbs up and head back to my station. My mind goes through every scenario I can think of that could possibly go wrong this evening as my shift seems to drag out. I get off later than usual, due to them sitting me a table at the end of my shift and I have to rush through the things that need to be done before I can leave for the evening.

I take a quick shower and decide to wear something comfortable. I throw on my favorite jeans, and an old Pink Floyd t-shirt, then my Converse tennis shoes. This is the first time I have driven the glow monster since she was attacked, and it feels good to be behind the wheel of the old girl. I put his address in my GPS and head his way.

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