@cadymoore
Wolf never liked to advertise he was a waiter, especially not at the Chili’s outside of Northlake. His father threatened to cut him off of the actual money flow if Wolfgang didn’t prove his work ethic. As he was assigned another table for the night, he forced the muscles in his face as per usual, finding the cramping would eventually subside. At the very least, it was a good distraction from the notes situation that was bugging him. Grabbing the ordering pad out of his apron, he started the spiel. “Hi welcome to Chili’s, I’m Wolfgang and I’ll be your--” As he finally looked up at the patron, he quickly stopped in his tracks, thinking Cady was alone. “What’re you doing here?” He asked in a hushed whisper as he slid into the booth on the opposite side of her, not yet realizing the full table party wasn’t at the table.