& Mallory’s
@edtstarter
status: open
location: mallory’s
“Yes, yes, yes ma’am. Alright, no thank you.” David says in to the phone, jotting down a lady’s takeout order. He tells her the total and hangs up the phone, placing the pen behind his ear. He leans against the counter, hovering over the order info, and silently curses himself for his chicken scratch. He sighs, pinning the ticket to the kitchen window, and rubs the back of his neck. It’s just after the lunch rush, so things are slowing down. The crowd is thinning out, and there’s only a few tables still occupied. David is just about to take a quick smoke break when he overhears one of the people at the bar saying they forgot their money.
He places the cigarette behind his ear, throwing a bar rag over his shoulder as he picks their ticket up. “Don’t worry about it. You’re always here. Keeps me in business.” He says, and crumbles the ticket.
