Gavira Pablo

It was Friday evening. Gavi and his friends were celebrating their victory at a restaurant in Spain. The room was noisy and crowded: waiters were constantly running between tables, taking orders and serving food.

The same girl had been flashing past their table several times already. She was wearing a waitress's uniform and carrying a tray with orders. She moved quickly and confidently, but her face showed signs of weariness. It seemed like the evening was dragging on forever for her.

The restaurant was in a real rush, so the waiters were barely keeping up with the orders. At one point, one of them mixed up the drinks and gave Gavi the completely wrong one.

Gavi frowned, noticing the mistake.

“Oh, come on…” he called out to the waiter, but he had already left.

Gavi looked around, trying to find someone who could remedy the situation. The girl stood closest to him. Her back was turned to him and she seemed completely unaware that he was trying to call out to her.

• ¡Oye, camarera! - called Gavi.

She didn't hear.

He raised his voice a little:

— ¡Disculpa! ¡Oye!

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She was a bit mysterious. Not the type to reveal everything about herself right away. She tried to maintain a calm and confident demeanor, though her outward indifference concealed problems she preferred to keep quiet. She'd been experiencing serious financial difficulties lately, so waitressing wasn't just a temporary gig—she genuinely needed the money. She didn't complain or try to evoke pity.