Liar, Liar [3]

(Malory)

“Your orders; Three-In-One for you, and Chicken Mushroom for you,” I say, resting a tray with two large bowls of soup on a dining room table between a man and a woman.

“I... ordered a chicken corn soup not a chicken mushroom soup,” says the woman.

Did she?

I fidget with my hands for a moment, realising my mistake. “I’m terribly sorry. I’ll fix it right away.”

“It’s okay,” says the woman, offering me a comforting smile. “You look a little tense this evening. I know you well enough since I’m a regular. I’ll let this one slide.”

I’m grateful.

“Can you get us some drinks?” the man opposite to her says, “I’ll have a coke.”

“Right away, sir, and what will you be having anything?” I ask the woman.

“Just a glass of water for me will be fine, thank you.”

I nod and make my way with haste to get the ordered drinks.

Stupid, Malory. Stupid. Get yourself together. It’s Friday. Just get through this evening’s work and you can go home and do nothing if you so desire.