That day became more troublesome for Elara than it should have been. The man who had called himself Tonio, and his friends kept ordering more and more.
Elara lost count after a while. She was new so she couldn't complain. She walked back and forth between their table and the kitchen until her feet started hurting. And every single time—
"Hey, you," Tonio would call pointing at her. Not Mia. Not any other worker.
By the twentieth time, Mia was openly amused.
By the twenty-second time, Elara was barely holding her patience together. When she walked over again, Tonio leaned back lazily in his chair and slid a card across the table.
"You should contact me sometime," he said, smiling like he was offering a gift to the world.
Elara stared at the card. She wanted to refuse politely but she knew refusing might only encourage him more. So she took it quietly.
"I'll think about it," she said, though she was already planning to throw it away later.
