The Mission of the Heart

The last thing on my mind was not about the previous assignments I completed.

Surprisingly enough, the last thing on my mind is how wrapping a torn curtain around Charlie's cut meant something more to me than any other assignments.

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"This is gonna be a slow day," Daniel said while we were on break. "Saturdays are always a bore. But at least you don't do much."

"Well," I said," I don't mind not doing much today."

We both chuckled and our break ended. Daniel was right, even though it was around lunch time, not a lot of people were coming in to Tru. Of course, not a lot of people can afford this kind of place, but still you'd expect some people to come in.

Well, I guess it doesn't matter since I was planning on quitting anytime now when I receive my next assignment. Until then, I have nothing else better to do but to stay low.

A Spanish looking couple came in, and I was their server; I could tell they were incredibly rich from the jewelries they had on. After I got their orders on paper, I went to the chef, who always had something to mumble about. I don't really blame him. These rich folks had nothing better to do, but to order the most expensive meals.

"One day, it'll be our turn," I told me and he smiled back.

"Hey!" Daniel shouted as he power walked to me. "Can you do me a favor?"

"Uh," I said. "Sure?"

"My wife's water broke," he said, smiling as widely as possible.

"Congratulations!"

"Yea," he said, nodding. "Can you cover for me?"

"Hmmm," I said thoughtfully. " I don't see why not. It's a slow day so, sure why not."

"Thank you!" he said and hugged me very tightly. "Listen, I gotta go. Thank you again!"

And with that, he power walked out through the door. Smiling, I told the chef that I would deliver the orders from Dan's tables from now on, but he didn't care. Table thirteen's orders, the Spanish couple's table, were ready so I graciously served them.

"Gracias," the woman told me.

"Bien nada," I replied back.

I went back to the kitchen and the orders from table sixteen, one of Dan's tables, were also ready. I picked them up and patiently walked towards the table.

The table was filled with five women and they all seemed very young. I could see they were around in their young twenties or even late teens, but two women's backs were turned to me so I wasn't very certain.

I graciously served the meal without making any eye contact to the ladies.

"Enjoy your meals," I said smiling. With that, I turned and started going to the kitchen, but then I felt a soft hand on my right hand

"Excuse me," a female voice said, "I think there's a terrible mistake. I had the Croque-monsieur."

"My apolo-" I started, but when I made eye contact to the speaker, there was a huge lump on my throat. In front of me was the most beautiful woman my eyes ever laid on.

It was Charlie Carlson.

To be continued ;)