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Betting On The Job
(Nicola Diaz)

"Okay then. Today's tips and wages for the person who gains the biggest tips," Bo said and held out his hand for Lyndsey to shake.



She confidently smiled and thrusted her hand to the man, shaking it with vigor. "You're on," she said with a nod.



The day started grand with Lyndsey grabbing a wad of tips with each table she waited. Her customers loved her as she poured out the charm and flirt. If the man had a woman with him, she didn't flirt as heavily, but acted respectful, sweet, and helpful. If he didn't have a woman by his side, she flirted endlessly. Her attention to detail satisfied all her customers. If they had it to tip, she received it.



Lyndsey grabbed two plates of scrambled eggs, sausage, and toast cut in triangles. Bo came in behind her grabbing an order for his table. Her eyes swung to the man as she smiled sweetly and did a quick dancing twirl to keep from dropping the plates. She reacted with dignity and finesse as she danced her way through serving the food quickly and efficiently. 



The breakfast rush slowed, and Lyndsey grabbed the lull and took a break. The wad of bills in her pocket put a smile on her face. Bo walked in while she counted her tips. Smiling brightly, she glanced up at Bo. "I'm already over two hundred dollars in tips," she sang as she waved the bills through the air.



Bo counted his tips and frowned. "One seventy," he said and shook his head. "But the day isn't over yet." Lyndsey nodded but still felt confident she'd win.



The late morning lull slowly picked up and by eleven the crowds poured in with the lunch rush. Lyndsey smiled because it started off with a boom for her. Business men and women streamed in through the doors needing the lunch special and fast. She served the platters of food as fast as she could. Her section filled, and she ran from table to table, filling drinks, taking orders, and bringing food.