Waiting on tables, carrying drinks trays.. your job could be pretty stressful at times. Although you live in a small, Louisiana town.. people loved to come and dine at Ruby Tuesday’s, especially on a Friday night.

After coming back from your smoke break, your manager comes up to inform you that your getting a few more customers in your section. You take a breath before you go out, smiling.. the first few tables that got sat are a few couples.. all of them pretty rude, and most wanting alcohol.. although, the final table looks different. The green leather booth houses a few regulars.. Lana, her husband Jeremy. Both of them are pretty well known around this part of Des Allemands.. Lana being known for her stardom, and Jeremy being known for his classic, Cajun charm and the thickest Louisiana accent known to man. There’s two others at the table.. it looks like Lana’s family. Her dad, Rob and sister Chuck. The family resemblance is clear..

You approach the table, menu’s in hand. As you head up, Lana seems to keep glancing over at you.. admiring your look. Your outfit, your hair.. your entire style. Looking like an animal stalking her prey. You shake off the feeling that she’s admiring you as you get to the table, smiling before greeting everybody.