Two strangers sat at this table last night. Two strangers that I most probably shared small talk with but when they visit again will never remember that I once spoke to them.
This is the part of the evening I love the most about my weekend job. The time when you set up the restaurant and the only company you have is the music playing in the background. The music meant for the customers but due to the screaming Hen Party you can't here it. Now is your time to be absorbed in Eartha Kitt. Take in her pronunciation and the rhythm of her words. The only noise is the clattering of the cutlery as you polish them ready for the next shift.
Suddenly your time alone has come to an end when a waiter joins you as the shift he started yesterday finishes today. Relax your feet my friend in this chair, at a table set for two. Fill that space where that stranger once sat and join me in some small talk I will remember the next time I see you.
Lee, the waiter at Mu Mu.
xoxo
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