Joey/Katie POV
�That was a lot of fun. It�s been a while since I�ve had time to have fun,� I say, then realize that I wouldn�t say that if I didn�t remember it. I look over at Pacey to see if he�s noticed then say, �I mean, a lot better than not remembering.� Right, nice save; I am so busted. He gives me a look but then goes back to the dishes he was doing. Well, at least he brushed it off. But it was true that I didn�t have time to have fun. My time was spent working and sleeping, just trying to survive.
�Yeah, I wish we could do that more than once a week,� Pacey says.
�Well maybe then I could hear more embarrassing stories,� I say smiling.
�I don�t know if I could handle that,� Pacey replies. He looks handsome when he smiles, I think to myself as he�s talking. He pauses for a moment, and then adds, �So have you remembered anything yet?�
I thought for a moment he must have caught my slip up. This was the first time we had talked about it. I could tell that he was fighting asking me too. I just decide to reply, �I�m really tired; I think I�m going to head to bed.�
�Okay, well I�ll see you tomorrow then,� he says as I start up the stairs. Then he adds, �Katie.� I turn around to face him. �Were you planning on doing anything tomorrow?�
�Well, not really, why?� I reply curiously. He has a small devious smile on his face which scares me.
�Well I was wondering, just because you might be bored here and we�re a little short staffed, if you wanted to come help me out at work tomorrow,� he says.
�Sure,� I say, glad that that was it. I did a lot of serving in high school at the restaurant my family owned. My first job was waiting tables.
�Okay, well, can you be ready by seven?� he asks with a look of relief.
�Yeah, of course. I�ll see you tomorrow,� I say.
�Goodnight,� Pacey says as he returned to the kitchen to continue cleaning.
* * *
I awoke at six, by my alarm. After taking my shower and getting ready I head downstairs to find Pacey cooking breakfast.
�You don�t have to cook breakfast too,� I say, letting him know that I was there.
�I know, but I want to,� he says.
�So what are you going to have me do today?� I ask as he brings me the breakfast he just made.
�Well, you have two options. You can either try being a waitress or a hostess,� Pacey said.
�Well I really don�t like the thought of waiting on people who complain that their food is cold, or that they aren�t going to pay that much for fish. So I guess it�s the whiney people tired of waiting an hour for a table that keep on insisting that they should get a table when their name is last on the list and there isn�t a table in sight,� I say, remembering the days at the Icehouse. I swore I would never work in another restaurant as long as I lived.
�Sounds like you�ve done that before. Considering your comments about the whiney, complaining people, I don�t think those jobs are for you,� Pacey says with a thoughtful look on his face.
�But I thought you needed help?� I say. I really do want this job. He is letting me stay in his apartment; it�s the least I can do to help him.
�Well, I do, but I don�t think that�s the right job for you. How about you still come with me and I�ll find you something else?� Pacey replies as he finishes his breakfast and starts to clear the table.
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