8 Chaotic

(Aarons POV)-(Surprise!!)

"As you might have already realised, my job is not the one like the one of a regular waiter. An elite waiter such as myself requires much more skill.

My actual job consists in me being able to be and perform more things than one at the same time. You could look at it like multitasking. I have to be a cook/chef, a waiter, a restaurant and kitchen manager, a baker and most importantly a bartender.

So all in all, I have to be able to cook any type of dish the customer wants, I have to be able to bake any type of desert and cake, I have to be well balanced and remember well which person ordered what, I need to be quick in my movements and most important of all, because I am also a bartender I need to be able to make milkshakes and cocktails and mix alcohol drinks."

My mouth dropped to the floor once I heard all of that. "You have to do all that!??" I asked in disbelief. There is no way he can actually do all that at the same time. I refuse to believe such satanic magic is possible.

Not even if I tried, I couldn't do all of that on my own.

Well at least that's what I thought. After Evan came out of the dressing room in special waiter attire I knew this was no joke. He was wearing those suits that waiters and butlers wear and wore back in the day. It is exactly the same attire butlers wore back then.

I didn't even know high elite waiters and such still wear this type of clothing. Though, I must admit that it really suits him.

The way that tuxedo wrapped itself around his body tightly and brought out his muscles and and broad shoulders. He looked really good, to say the least.

I didn't realise I was staring until Evan himself had to call me out on it by saying "Are you just going to stare at me like a lost puppy or are you going to start preparing the foods, the drinks, the machines, the tables, the money, the silverware, the dishes and the-.. ew, what are you wearing? You are aware that if you are not going to change you will not be able to leave this room all day until the guests leave?"

He questioned me while telling me off to do things that should have been done by now.

To be honest, I didn't think I would have to do so much work when I came here to work. I mean- Evan and Ellie went easy on me for the first few days but now I have to actually help Evan carry out work that is very special today.

I kind of feel bad that he has to do so much work at once and I can't really help him with it. But all I can do is hope that there are not going to be many friends of Ellies' coming so that Evan won't literally die of exhaustion.

I can feel that today is going to be chaos and I don't want to be part of it and I definitely DON'T want to be part of Evans suffering.

But oh well I should better go change and do all the things he told me to do, and I will gladly do them if it means that I will make Evans work a little bit easier.

I was so deep in my own thoughts that I started walking towards the dressing room without saying anything to Evan, and the only thing that made me realise that was when he sighed and went on preparing things that are probably necessary to making his time easier but before I entered the room I turned around to face Evan and said "Yessir!"

I could see a blush creeping on his face before entering the room completely and chuckling evilly to myself.

Boy, this is going to be a nightmare won't it?

~~~

I guessed.

Poor Evan. He was chaotically running here and there not having one single minute to catch his breath.

One second he was mixing drinks, the next he was working on cooking some fish and chips and no less then 2 seconds later he is taking more orders from ordinary customers.

And I can see how annoyed he is because the special guests are at a different part of the shop, in a more secluded area where they can't be heard or seen by any other people. The only person that can actually hear their conversations is Evan who always has to go in there occasionally which is most of the time.

He has to be in so many places all at once that I think he gets whiplash every time he turns his head. Poor guy, and the only way I can help him is take orders from the normal customers that come to the counter to order. But he sometimes takes my place if they order very little.

It's almost as if he knows who wants what from memory and it's like he can feel it if someone wants to order something and he seems like he is always thinking about what they could want next.

I know that because he is constantly mumbling some weird nonsense about some food or drink and then says the name out loud. I personally couldn't ever deal with that.

He has to do so much I think I would collapse. I could sense that he was starting to become weaker by the hour as he was starting to sweat and breath harder, and those turned into heavy pants.

I could mostly stand and watch besides of the times that I could take some orders myself.

We are 4/2 hours into this chaos and Evan was starting to give in to the exhaustion as he actually took a few shots a couple minutes ago. I myself started taking care of all the ordinary orders just so Evan could focus all his attention on our special guests that I hope will never ever return again.

For some reason I really didn't want to make Evans day worse today. Although I planned making work for him a living hell I just couldn't make it any worse for him than it already is. I mean, I never said that I will go easy on him, but I also never said that I wanted to kill him off with work.

Just the thought of him being really out of breath with a flustered face because of all the work he had to do and the shots he took makes my heart race faster in my chest. I don't know what it is about him but he has an interesting way of drawing people in, even though that is not his intention.

I just love his beautiful hair dyed lime green hair and the way it falls into his glistening chocolate pools that we humans call eyes. And I also loved the way his suit matched him and his personality perfectly. He does have a gloomy aura to him and the black really accentuates that...

And each time I purposely do something wrong his thick bushy eyebrows scrunch in irritation. That makes him look so damn sexy and- ..

What in the world am I thinking!? I think I have driven myself mad. Cause' it seems like there is something wrong with my brain. Maybe I hit my head too hard and now I am going crazy?

I shouldn't be thinking such disgusting things about the person I want to annoy the shit out of. I really need to go to a psychiatrist, check if my brain is still doing fine cause I think I may need a new brain.

Whatever... The day is half done and I really don't want to use my mind any longer for now, because if I do my head would literally explode into one million pieces and I would be the one to clean them all up.. .. oh wait. I would be dead though.

Meh.