Bad, but the tips are great.

Emmy was running from table to table with no time for rest coming in and out of the patio door as she was also taking orders inside.

"Mr. Kyle's can I please have a hand. There's way too many people here." She begs as she goes past him to make another table of drinks.

"I can't Emmy I have paper work to do. Plus you seem to be doing fine." He says as he walks past her with a finance binder in hand.

Just as Emmy finishes making the drinks the phone rings.

"Could you at least get the phone?" She yells as she places the drinks on the tray and heads for the patio again. She gets to the table used to the ogling at this point. She walks by tables and grabs the tips as she goes. She was really raking it in.

"Emmy we have a delivery you need to get ready to go." She hears Mr. Kyle's call out and her eyes go wide.