Table Four says their Take Off Tacos don't have enough Zest. I'd like to tell them where they can shove those...
Alex swiftly makes his way over to me and starts a jabbering."Hey Maria...little favour to ask of ya...let Liz take a breather for a few minutes and I'll cover for her." He points over to the booth where Max and Liz currently reside looking awkward with one another. That's Alex. Always the Matchmaker.
"Max is a pretty passive guy." I comment before bursting into giggles. "But he is going to kick your ass!"
Moving over to the counter I smile looking back at the twosome struggling to come up with a conversation starter.
"Alex, people don't like cupid. In fact many loathe him. For your sake I hope that goes well." I nod towards the couple before heading up to the cash register.
"Oh and can you tell Jose that Table 7 Needs a Tommy Lee Jone's Bacon Basket and a Mercury Milkshake." I yell before ringing up an elderly couples check.
When I'm finshed I make my way back over to the do gooder and smile mischievously. "Oh and Alex, when you get a chance you need to change into the offical Crashdown Uniform." I gesture toward my outfit before smirking devilishly.
"I think we have one just your size in the break room. I hope you shaved your legs this morning...wait. You are on the swim team. Of course you did." Unable to contain the laughter I head back over to Kyle's table.
