Orders up

A long day

Gracee's point of view:

"Wenston, how are ya?" I stood by the cash register waiting for him and he had just arrived

  "Good to see you again Gracee." I nodded walking around the counter. "Good to see you to." I took a seat handing him his order I had done just 5 minutes earlier.

  "So what do you want to talk about today?" He asked sipping his orange juice while taking a bite of flap jack.

    "Actually well Arron asked me to move to San Fransisco with him." I said looking over to see his reaction. "Well how do you feel about that." "Well I said no but then I said I would think about it because I knew that he has always dreamed about owning his own firm and in Sam Fransisco he can."

  He looked over me for a second, "well then just do what your heart says." "But it says no for me and yes for him." "Then flip a coin." I looked at him with a are you serious look.

   "I'm just joking. I think you should do what makes you happy." I nodded my head and we finished our drinks and food in silence.

  "Thanks Wenston. You helped me out a lot." "Anytime. I hope you figure out what you want to do." I nodded. He gave me a a farewell and left the diner. I closed up shop and walked to our apartment to see Arron laying on the couch passed out. He smelt drunk.

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    Arron's point of view:

I was woken up to Grace hitting me with a pillow. "Hey hey stop!" "Are you drunk!" "No I'm not drunk I just had some beers." Okay maybe I was a little tipsy but I had a right.

   "You don't get to yell at me for getting drunk anyways!" "Oh I don't !" Her hands were on her hips, she's mad. "No you don't you aren't coming with me to Dam Fransisco I know that you know that. I've wanted this since I was a kid and guess what I'm letting you stop me so no you don't you can stop me from my dreams but not my drinking." Her face softened.

  "Arron your drunk let's get you to bed." She looked pretty.

  "You look pretty." "Yah and you look sober." I laughed and I couldn't stop.

  "Alright come on mister." She drug me to the bedroom and I still was laughing. "Okay goodnight Arron." I stopped laughing and looked into her eyes.

   "You know your so beautiful." I stroked her face. "Yah you tell me that a lot. Go to bed Arron." "Okay." She started to walk out of the bedroom.

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Gracee's pov:

  Before i could make it out of the room I heard Arron mumbling. "Will you marry me?" "What Arron?" He was already asleep. He hadn't asked me to marry him, no. I was hearing things.

  I laid down on the couch watching Grown Ups. He hadn't asked me that I just had a stressful day.

  At Least I knew what my answer was. With those thoughts I fell asleep.

   "Wake up Arron." I shook him awake handing him some pain relievers and a glass of water. "I'm leaving for work." "Okay, I love you." "I love you too. We have to have lunch today meet me at Angie's." He nodded his head giving me a quick kiss goodbye.

   "Hey Gracee how is Arron?" I had just walked into the diner and Angie was waiting for me.

  "He's fine. How's Steve?" She smiled at her husbands name, "he's fine, still at Stanford coaching football." "Well tell me when he gets back." She nodded going back to her office.

     I smiled at Mr.Thompson while going behind the counter to see Martin looking for something frantically.

"Hey what's going on Marty?" "I lost my box!" He kept digging behind the counter. "What box?" "The ring box, marriage box." "Oh the engagement ring!" "Yes." I helped him look and we found it behind the fryer, men.

  "Thanks Gracee." He gave me a hug and went in the kitchen to cook up the orders I had given him.

 
    "I need to take my order to go today sweetie." I looked over the register to see Mrs.Peterson. "Oh okay it'll be-" "4.50$." I laughed taking the money and giving her her 50 cents back.

   By the time I had passed out all the orders I had just received and did a coffee and tea round Arron had came in and taken a booth up.

   I sat down across from him with his order and a plate of bacon for me while poring us orange juice.

  "So I've made a decision on Sam Fransisco." He looked up intrigued. "I've decided that-" he stopped me, "I don't want you to say yes if you don't want to go and I don't want you to say it just for me so say no if you think it's best I'll be okay either-" "Arron we can move to San Fransisco." He looked at me without finishing his sentence.

  He looked at me like he was figuring me out. He folded his arms and sat back with a frown. "You don't want to though so we're not going." I glared at him. "Yes we are this is your dream so we are going." I folded my arms in the same pose and sat back.

   "Sorry to interrupt this I'm whatever it is but we just had a group of teenagers come in and we need you to take the floor Gracee." I looked at Angie and nodded. "We'll discuss this when I get home." "There's nothing to discuss." He gave me a kiss put a 10 on the table and sauntered out like he won, jerk.

   I walked over to our biggest booth to see a large group of teenaged boys. "Hello I'm Gracee I'll be your server today. What can I get y'all to eat?" "Oh she's southern. You can get all of us a plate of 4 flapjacks with a side of bacon with Sprite as the drink." I nodded my head going to give Martin the order.

  "We need 7 plates of 4 flap jacks and 7 plates of 1 serve of bacon!" "Coming up!" I walked over to Wenstons booth to see him sipping a glass of coffee.

  "Hey Wenston want your order?" He looked at me and smiled. "After that large order I'll order. You can go do your thing and come here when you can." I looked around and realized there were a lot of un regulars here. I said a quick thank you and started to take orders. This was going to be a long day.