Brady + Sevyn - @vnsty
“I said table two. Yuh deaf?” The man’s accent is thick, and the clear level of irritation in his voice only adds to it. He takes the plates from the man before him, his roommate, who he’d offered the job as a server because he needed the help as much as dude needed the money. Brady decides to deliver the plates to the table himself, aware that it was the only way it’d be done properly. He was certainly used to the idea that things worked out better when he did them on his own. He moves swiftly through the restaurant, the hum of conversation filling his ears as he stops in front of table two. “My apologies, I must do everything around here.” He chuckles lightly, setting the plates down on the table and reaching into his apron pocket to offer them some extra napkins. “I’m Brady, please shout for me if you need anything else.”
the former reality star sat at the table with her nuisance of parents. no matter where they went they always seemed to wreck havoc on the waiters or staff, in this case her father had received the wrong dish and began to act as if he didn’t understand how it felt to mess up. sinking into her seat, her mother cleared her throat causing sevyn to sit up straight. met with who she assumed was the owner since that’s who her father seemed to request, bowing her head, “i’m sorry,” she mouthed. pressing her lips into a thin line as they spoke to the man above her head, “brady, thank you seriously.” excusing herself from the bathroom, she followed the male towards the kitchen area. “i am sorry, they may be wealthy monetarily, but they are poor in manners.”
It wasn’t easy for Brady to hold his tongue, but since moving to the states he’d realized that the people there were sensitive. One slip up and they’d be giving his place bad reviews, and telling people not to eat there. So he stood silent, allowing these people, who looked inherently rich, to bash his service. He noticed a younger woman at the table, whom he assumed to be their daughter, seemed to be the only one exhibiting an inkling of remorse for him. He nodded at her, flashing her a quick smile before heading back to the kitchen. When he noticed she was following, he turned to face her. She was gorgeous, and looked familiar in an unfamiliar way. “No worries. I get quite a few rude customers. It rolls off.” He eyed her features, trying to place where he knew her from. “I know you from somewhere.”















