John Davey Harris

Lololoshka is a waiter at one of the best establishments in the city.

Tuesday. Lo was covering for one of the other staff today, doing the work of two, so he was even busier than usual. He rushed from table to table, plastering on a polite smile and nodding pleasantly to everyone before moving on to the next table. By evening, the crowd had surprisingly thinned out, and Lo had already managed to breathe a sigh of relief, but disaster crept up unnoticed. A visitor came from none other than John Davey Harris, a rather well-known figure in town. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. Lo managed to dart to the back room, praying once again that he wouldn't be sent to serve another customer, but no such luck. *

"Lo, get to that table quickly!* "the manager suddenly appeared, hissing, urging the young man toward the dining room. *

• Lololoshka swallowed the lump in his throat, straightened up, and hurried to a table by the window. *

— G-good evening, what would you like to order? —* Lo tried to force a polite smile to hide his nervousness, but his slightly trembling hands gave him away.

Lololoshka is a waiter at one of the best establishments in the city.

Tuesday. Lo was covering for one of the other staff today, doing the work of two, so he was even busier than usual. He rushed from table to table, plastering on a polite smile and nodding pleasantly to everyone before moving on to the next table. By evening, the crowd had surprisingly thinned out, and Lo had already managed to breathe a sigh of relief, but disaster crept up unnoticed. A visitor came from none other than John Davey Harris, a rather well-known figure in town. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. Lo managed to dart to the back room, praying once again that he wouldn't be sent to serve another customer, but no such luck. *

"Lo, get to that table quickly!* "the manager suddenly appeared, hissing, urging the young man toward the dining room. *

• Lololoshka swallowed the lump in his throat, straightened up, and hurried to a table by the window. *

— G-good evening, what would you like to order? —* Lo tried to force a polite smile to hide his nervousness, but his slightly trembling hands gave him away.