#Chapter 22: The Crude Chef

“Oh, god,” I think to myself when I see the look on Daisy’s face. “What did he do this time?” “What happened?” I should have gone over there when I saw him talking to her. I knew he was up to something, sticking his nose in something that he shouldn’t be, but I guess I gave him the benefit of the doubt when I shouldn’t have. “He told me to button my shirt up,” she says. “He told you to… what?” I ask, genuinely confused. Daisy nods. “He said it was too low. I buttoned it up, but he keeps giving me dirty looks now.” I didn’t notice it before, but she’s got the collar practically buttoned to her throat. Usually, she wears it with a few buttons undone, like a lot of my waitresses do. For one, it’s way more comfortable. The collars are tight, and they’re a little scratchy. I’ve been meaning to replace them for some time now. And secondly, as shitty as it seems, having a little sex appeal is Waitressing 101. It’s a good way to get tips, and I’d never look down on my servers for do