Seeing him again

Danielle

Arrived at the restaurant, I change into my uniform consisting of a black skirt, a white blouse and a small red apron and reach my colleagues who are already standing in a circle going through today’s reservations.

Salvatore, a good-looking and tall guy in a waiter’s uniform with a faux hawk smiles mockingly at me while whispering, “You are late, Dani.”

I just stick my tongue out at him and proceed to tie a high ponytail.

Even if I have covered up the bump on my forehead with loads of make-up, I leave a few strands out of my ponytail to be sure it is fully disguised.

“Dani. Do you know Valerio Dantiano?” I nod at Adriano, my boss and chief of service at the restaurant where I’m working.

“We are childhood friends,” I answer, pulling at my apron nervously.

He smiles and utters a “Nice” as he scribbles on his clipboard.

“He is coming in at half past one. Has booked a table of five and asked if you would be working. Is that okay for you if I sit them in your corner?“ he a