She can't wait

“Of course sir, how do you want me, standing or kneeling?”

“Kneeling?” Amelia couldn't help but interject

“Of course ma'am, if you don't want to leave your chair to pie me, its only right I should be kneeling, to less inconvenience you.” then address Zack again “sir?”

“standing please, hands behind your back”

Emily immediately complied, thinking her shift was opening up in a fun way.

“Is this acceptable sir?”

“Indeed, by the way do you have a preference for flavours or how you receive it?”

“of course sir, but I'm here to to serve your pleasure today, not my own”

“Good answer” and he slipped his arm around her lower back, to prevent her from cowering or flinching, not that he believed he would. Slowly learning about Amelia, he hoped their first experience might be in a little more intimate a setting, and perhaps tease it out a little more, but this wasn't Amelia, not yet

With that he pulled back his arm, just letting her have it, it was so forceful that it splattered not just over Emily, but her hair, the wall behind her. What was a smiling face, was now just a mask of yellow custard, that slowly dripped on her formerly pristine shirt and a few spots of yellow began to appear on her neat black tie.

Amelia was shocked, why would someone agree to that, why would someone work here knowing that could be expected of them. She might have laughed under other circumstances but the shock and sheer amount of information was a little overwhelming to get that kind of reaction out of her.

Then she saw it, what had been the obedient face of their waitress was now just a mess of yellow with barely any recognisable features aside from, the Amelia's surprise, a great big smile.

Emily turned to where she thought Amelia was, the impact of the pie and the fact she'd yet to clear her eyes slightly disorientating her, “Ma'am, would you care to..?” leaving it as a leading question.