Blakes Point of View
I didn't get much sleep again which on top of a hangover meant I was not the most personable restauranter in the world, far from it, infact. I had a couple of customer's in late morning which was hardly worth opening for and boy did they know about it. I was slamming glasses on the bar and muttering about bills. Luckily Marco's brunches were first class so they were able to overlook the miserable git behind the bar.
At lunch a couple of guys came in for a beer but that was as exciting as the lunch time 'rush' got. Now, not only was I resigned to losing my business but I was starting to believe that I would never see the blonde goddess again. So when at 3pm she came walking towards the bar I almost dropped a tray of clean glasses straight onto the floor. After a
