My beloved Young Miss

13. Nightclub

The smell of nose-piercing booze and the sound of loud dj music, as well as dancing people weaved on the club dance floor.

Things like this are very common things that have even become the hallmark of urban nightclubs. The human crowd was inevitable again making the nightclub crowded.

And this is where Alvin is now, standing staring at the crowded club hall filled with people enjoying the thrill of the night.

Alvin stared one by one at the passersby in front of him in surprise. What's really fun about something like this. The music is noisy, crowded, crowded, the smell of alcohol and other unpleasant things.

As long as he lived, Alvin himself was very unfamiliar with crowded and wild things like this. He felt much more comfortable when he was at home, a quiet place but always made him feel comfortable.

But now, inevitably, like it's not like, Alvin has to get used to something like this. Because it's obvious, being in this place will be his job every night.

"How are you doing here, Alvin?" someone patted Alvin on the shoulder.

Alvin.

That's Mr. Robert, Alvin's new manager and boss who accepted him to work at this place this afternoon.

"Mrs. Robert." say hello to Alvin.

"Are you in trouble?" said Mr. Robert again. The old man spoke in a loud voice because the sound of music in the nightclub sounded so loud and slightly covered his voice.

"Safe sir. My job since then has only been to deliver drinks to the visitors." said Alvin with a big smile on his face.

Mr. Robert smiled as he nodded at Alvin's reply.

"May you be at home working here" said Mr. Robert patted Alvin's shoulder gently and left, returning to his study.

"Thank you, Mr. Robert."

After that Mr. Robert walked away from the place. Alvin stared at the departure of his boss with a small smile.

"Hey, waiter, come here!" the voice of a visitor is a little faint because it is covered in music.

Alvin who was called by the visitor immediately turned around.

A man flicking his finger told him to come closer. Alvin immediately came to the visitor's table with half a run, until suddenly...

Bruk!

"Aw!" exclaim someone.

"Gosh my god."

Alvin rounded when he realized that he had just hit a visitor. It was not a deliberate thing, but was able to make Alvin kalangkabut.

Oh, not anymore.

The unfortunate incident that happened at the restaurant back then repeated once again. Alvin is himself who does not have good quick reflexes. And also, why is his body a hobby once bumping into people, anyway?

Realizing this was a fatal mistake, Alvin suddenly became nervous. He did not even dare to look at the person in front of him who turned out to be a woman. Alvin was more surprised when he realized the bag held by the woman seemed to fall on the floor with some contents splashed out.

"Sorry miss. I did not intentionally!" said Alvin while hurriedly helping to retrieve the contents of the girl's bag.

There's no answer. The girl just kept quiet, watching Alvin who was picking up her bag stuff.

"This is your bag." Alvin looked down while handing over the girl's bag.

"One more time I'm sorry, miss. I was completely unintentional." said Alvin, bowing his body several times as a sign of regret.

Alvin looked up to look at the girl. But he was even stunned when he saw his face.

'How pretty!' inner Alvin fascinated.

Alvin's eyes didn't blink and kept staring at the pretty girl's face. He was really stunned. This girl before him was truly the definition of an angel.

"W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-is that okay?" alvin asked, in a nervous tone while his hand handed over the girl's bag. "Oh yeah, I-it's your bag."

"Thank you." said the girl, grabbing her bag from Alvin's hand.

"Sa-I'm sorry, because I-"

"No problem!" said the girl.

The girl was silent for a few seconds. He looked down at Alvin's performance from top to bottom. Alvin's body froze as the girl showed off her sweetest smile.

"But, are you the new waitress here?" said the girl.

"Yes?"

"I mean, I've never seen you in this club before."

"Ah, right, I am indeed the new servant here."

"It seems you don't remember me."

"Considering you?" Alvin furrowed his brows in confusion. "We've met before?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"That time, you-"

"Servant!" exclaimed the customer, called Alvin again, made the girl's speech cut off. "Here!"

"Yes" Alvin nodded

"No. Better just forget it. You take care of the customer." The girl flicked her hand and continued her steps, heading towards the elevator that was heading upstairs.

"She's so pretty!" muttered Alvin smiling. But Alvin remembered something. Alvin frowned while looking at the girl's back.

"But what does the question mean? Remembering what? Have we met before? His face is not foreign. I think I've seen it before, but I don't know where?"

Alvin tries to remember where he met the girl. But when trying to remember he must be disturbed when he heard the call from visitors.

"Hey, waitress!"

It was the male visitor who had called Alvin earlier. He called Alvin again for the umpteenth time.

"Hey, I've been calling you since. You didn't hear?!" the nagging of that visitor.

"Ah, sorry sir!"

Alvin regained his senses and immediately went to the man's visitor to take care of his order.

After a busy moment of recording orders from the nightclub visitors, Alvin has now switched jobs. He was asked to deliver a visitor order.

Alvin is treading carefully, carrying a tray in his hand to deliver an order from one of the visitors.

"Alvin!"

"Yes?"

Alvin flicked his steps and looked at his co-worker who was standing near the bartender's desk. He stood still when he saw his co-worker approaching him while having a little trouble pushing the trolley.

"You busy?"

"Little bit. What's up?" alvin was confused.

"Here you can help me to deliver the drink order to the VIP room on the third floor." asked the co-worker while pointing at the other trolley not far from them.

Alvin stared at the trolley in question. He stared at the trolley in front of him which contained a lot of bottles of drinks and also empty glasses on it.

"Introducing these trolleys?"

"Yes?"

"Yes, these two trolleys. I'll take this one and you'll bring another one. That's there!"

"But how is this drink?" Alvin held up a tray containing a drink glass in his hand

"Let the others drive him."

The co-worker quickly took over the tray and put it back on the bartender's desk.

"This is much more important. There was a private party in one of the rooms above. They are the number one customer in the club. And also, one of them is the son of the owner of this club. They're special guests, okay. So we have to hurry. If only one of them complains, Mr. Robert could be angry."

Alvin nodded obediently. There is no way that he made the manager angry on his first day.

"My drink just now was table number five. Could you help me get him. I have an important job right now." Alvin told the bartender standing nearby pointing at the tray of drinks on the table.

"I'll have the others take care of it." the bartender replied casually.

"Thank you."

Alvin grabbed one of the two drinks. He was even more surprised when he saw the number of bottles of liquor they had to carry.

"Well, is this all their order?" alvin was surprised.

"Yes, all this is indeed an order from the people in the room." replied the colleague as he pushed his trolley, followed by Alvin who was walking behind him.

"It's a lot of it."

"There's a massive private party there. That's why they ordered so many drinks for the event. The drinks are so much, that's why we have to use the trolley." replied his co-worker again.

Alvin nodded in understanding. "All right."

"And remember! Be careful when carrying it. These are not cheap drinks." said the co-worker trying to remind Alvin.

"Yes, okay." Alvin nodded back. "What room order is this?"

"Number six." replied the co-worker.

Alvin continued to follow his co-workers, bringing the trolley into the elevator, taking him to the third floor where the party room was.

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