“Miss, we have a delivery to Santa Monica Hospital,” Eula told me when I got into the café.
I can see that everyone is busy. Almost all the tables are occupied and there are only two of them on duty.
I walked to the counter to ask them about the current situation. Angelica is making the drinks while Eula is taking orders and serving the tables.
Eula looked conflicted as she turned to me.
“Looks like the whole café is busy,” I said and she nodded. “You have deliveries?”
She sighed. “Yes, Ma’am,” she replied. “But the problem aside from the fact that we’re understaffed is that the delivery motorcycle is not starting so we couldn’t do deliveries.”
I furrowed my brows. “Don’t accept deliveries today, then,” I ordered.
Eula bit her lower lip, seemingly shy. “Ma’am…” she trailed slo
