September 3rd 2007.
I woke up in a daze looking at the alarm clock on the bedside table and panicked. It was reading 1030 am and I need to be at the restaurant for my shift in thirty minutes. I got up rushed to get ready grabbing my uniform as I ran out the door, my mom had left the keys to the sedan out for me.
I arrived at 1055 to a stern look from my floor manager.
"Ian if you want to be a server you need to show up on time," he said playing with the wispy blonde goatee that he was trying to grow.
"Sorry John" I told him, "I over slept so I'm a little flustered today," as I walked to the hosting station and started wiping down menus for customers when they came.
It was a rough day, my mind kept wandering to what had happened last night. Everytime I replayed events in my head my cheeks would start to burn and I would mess up whatever I was doing. I went over the things I had said to him and groaned internally remembering that I had said he was the biggest cock I had ever seen. Of course he was his is the only one I've seen in person aside my own and the boys from gym class.
During my fifteen minute break I flipped my phone open and saw a message from Sam letting me know she was heading back to her dorms around 7 tonight and wanted to hang before then. I replied I'd be done at five and would head over right away.
There was also another message from an unsaved number saying: Hey had fun last night ;) hope we can do it again. My heat leaped into my throat and I felt my dick twitching. I didn't know how to reply and just said the boring sure no problem.