Worries and Fears

"How was your trip here?" Geale asked, after guiding a group of diners to their seats.

The people at the table exchanged a confused look before responding. "Pretty good. We didn't get lost," they said lightheartedly.

"Oh…uh…Let me get you some drinks first." He rushed to the bar counter and asked Marnthe for drinks.

"Are you feeling alright, Geale?" Marnthe said, noting the hint of anxiety on the younger man's face when he handed him a tray of drinks.

"I'm fine," Geale answered. He quickly turned away to leave. He set the drinks down at the table.

"Our specialty today is-"

"Oh, we'll just have our usual," a member of the group seated at the table said.

"Usual?"

"Yes, that's five orders of jerk chicken with rice and beans. We'll also have five sodas for drinks, and five bread puddings for dessert."

"Okay, five jerk chicken with rice and beans, five bread puddings, and five sodas," Geale repeated, checking the list he made on his order pad.

"That's right."