Full service

You head to work, feeling quite bit more comfortable in your attire. As you enter the restaurant you once again spot Emily, already seating a large group. You jump in quickly, assisting with bussing some of the tables.

It's about an hour into your shift, at the busiest moment when you approach a lone guy who's proven to be particularly cold toward Emily and the other servers. You approach to clear his plate when he finally addresses you, "Hey there, cutey. I didn't know this place hired girls like you." You timidly smile but hesitate before speaking. "You know, usually you're not my cup of tea, but I gotta say, you wear those pants very well." You manage a modest thanks as he cracks a wicked grin.

He reaches over not so subtlety and knocks his fork from the table. He continues to glare at you as he speaks, "Whoops, grab that for me, would you sweetheart? And do it real nice and slow. Maybe I'll throw you a few extra bucks."