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Mittens83
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Chevy Townsend wasn't someone who would be working this job. It was the last thing he'd ever imagine he'd be doing in regards to earning money to live off of. But here he was, standing in a restaurant waiting for a snobby table to decide on what they wanted to eat. His shaggy blond hair fell in front of his lush green eyes as he stared down at his order paper tapping his pen on the side of the pad impatiently.
Chevy had just graduated from a degree in Psychology, and he definitely didn't expect himself scrounging around looking for petty dead end jobs like this one in order to even just afford his rent. 'Promised job right out of school' his ass.
"We'll just split the 4 person combo. Number 27?" the wife decided, looking up at him from the table.
"No problem!" He replied, flashing a smile that made the husband shift in anger.
Chevy was an attractive young man, only just turned 23 his looks were definitely in peak performance for the young man. He took it to his advantage only a couple of times, usually in situations like this where he was annoyed and felt like pissing someone off.
As he turned to go back to the kitchen to grab their drinks and drop off their order, he sighed. Rubbing his forehead he gave the cook the order, and began pouring their drinks. He sure thought that after he spent all that time in school he'd be somewhere in his life by now. Hopefully he'd soon catch an opportunity.