The Waitress

Flash Fiction

Photo by Jay Wennington on Unsplash

Every waitress remembers her first time. Mine was after brunch service at Luciano’s, an Italian bistro on the Upper West Side where I’d been working for a couple weeks. After a boisterous group of tourists had stumbled out the door, Sandro and I began clearing away stacks of plates, silverware and lipstick-stained cloth napkins. As the late afternoon sun reflected off the front windows, I filled a large tray with fifteen or…