"Yes." sagte Louis, quickly glancing at the menu again. "Alright, what'll Du have?" I ask, steadying my hand as it starts to shake. "We would like to have two plates of scones, five teas, kirsche tarts and some carrots." I look at him. "Carrots?" I echo, Schreiben down the delicious, orange veggie. "Yes, Louis loves carrots." Liam says, nudging him. I smile. "Carrots are my Favorit vegetable." Niall raises an eyebrow. "Wow, Du two have a lot in common." he says innocently.
I roll my eyes. "About what? Liking carrots? Liking your music?" I say. Louis brings his head up. "You like our music?" he asks. I nod. "I'm really excited to hear your new single, Live While We're Young." Louis goes to reply, but a cold voice cuts him off. "Isabelle. Shouldn't Du be working?" I turn around. It's my boss. "Sorry, Mr. Vega." I say, lowering my gaze. "I'll get that order for Du guys." I walked away, unhappy to hear that Mr. Vega was following me.
"I thought I taught Du better than to socialize with customers. Du get the order. Du get the money. Done." he says coldly. "Mr. Vega, I think it's Mehr polite to talk to the customers." I reply. "Whose business is this?" he snaps. "Yours." I answer slowly. "Then follow my rules, oder you're fired!" I bit my tounge to hold back what I wanted to say. "Yes Mr. Vega." I watch as he disappears in the back. I frown and lean against the counter. "Did Du get the order, Belle?" asks my co-worker, Mark. "Yeah... here." I say handing him the sheet.
"Excuse me, Isabelle." calls a voice. I turn around. Louis has his hand up. I walk over to him, glancing over my shoulder. "Yes?" I ask. "Whose the brute treating Du like dirt?" I shrug. "He's my boss." I reply. "Why don't Du quit?" Zayn asks. "Because I can't follow my dream career." I say. "What's your dream career?" Harry inquires. I look at him. "I want to be a singer." Louis raises an eyebrow. "You write?"
"ISABELLE." shouts a voice. I close my eyes. "Yes Mr. Vega?" I ask, turning around and opening my eyes. "What did I tell you?" he snaps. "Hm... let's see. To do my job horribley? Get another waitress that will be your puppet. I quit!" I ripped off my schürze and threw down the order booklet and walked out the door. Mr. Vega started screaming after me. I slam the tee Shack's door and take off running down the street.
Now I have no job. No family. No way to support myself. What am I going to do?