I was outside of the office when Mark and the man had walked out. Mark looked at me with an excited look on his face. "Amber, this is Donnie. He's a security guard. Find him the best table here, big enough for 7 people." I looked at Donnie. "Alright. I have the perfect table." I pointed to the biggest table we had in the public room. "Either this table, or you could have the private room upstairs, but that would be kind of pricey, and it will be quiet down here any way." He was doing something on his phone, but was still paying perfect attention. "Well, what's so special about the upstairs room?" I jumped up onto the desk next to the cash register. 'Whats important about the room?' I thought to myself. When I was younger, my dad brought me here. He'd sneak me upstairs and play the piano for me. We'd sing some Sinatra, and Billy Joel. This room, had the best view of the city. This room, was perfect. "Its just, it's a great room sir." He looked up at me "I think we'll stick with the table." He started to walk to the door, and i went immediately back into the kitchen. "Hey Kris, are you the only one here? I could help cook." He came from the freezer. "Now you know Mark said you aren't allowed to cook." I grinned. "Mark is leaving." He shook his head, put his hands on his hips, and smiled. Just like my dad use to. "I don't think so Amber, you're still the best waitress we have. Just stick to that tonight, I have this under control." I pouted and sat down on the island. Besides the private room, the kitchen was my favorite place about this building. My dad use to work here. He was the dishwasher, and he sang on Saturdays upstairs. If you asked any body besides Mark, they would say my dad was what brought the business to The Ruffed Ridge.
I grabbed my tray and pad and walked out the door, and I couldn't believe who was sitting at the table. It was One Direction. I have to say, I wasn't a huge fan, but I'm not going to lie and say I had no idea who they were. I defiantly know who they are. I quickly ran back into the kitchen before they saw me. "KRIS" I whispered, but it was almost like a scream. He ran over to me from the stove. "What is it?" I slid to the wall. "Look out the door, and tell me who is sitting at the table." he opened the door, "Um...I see 5 boys, and 2 older men. Why? Do you know them? Do you go to school with one of them?" I guess asking a 43 year old cook with no children was a bad idea. "That's One direction! They are like the most famous boy band in the world right now!" He shut the door and looked back down at me. He smiled and gave me a quick hug. "Grab your tray, and go." he picked up a pen, and opened the door. Kris was best friends with my dad before he died. I picked up 7 glasses, filled them with ice, and shot water from the soda fountain into them. I grabbed some menu's and walked over to the table they were sitting at. I had never been so nervous, in my entire life. I had to keep telling myself over and over, that they were just normal people. I was finally at their table, so i gave each person a water. And tried my hardest to not smile to much. "I'm Amber, and tonight I will be your server." I looked over at the tan skinned one. His smile was so perfect. His hair was just, amazing. And I don't know what it was about him, but he had this mystery to him. I felt stupid for not knowing any of their names, just knowing who they were. He looked up at me, and I couldn't help but stare into his beautiful sparkling brown eyes.