Starring Erick Davidson: The Waiter
Terrence Moss is a short fiction writer and media commentator with articles featured on Associated Content and Suite 101. “Starring Erick Davidson” also appears in the blogosphere section of www.frontiersweb.com. More Erick Davidson stories, performance pieces and other works can be found at www.terrencemoss.blogspot.com
Erick Davidson is an early thirtysomething from New Jersey who has lived in Los Angeles for the better part of a decade.
Erick and Chris are being seated at Callender’s restaurant on Wilshire after work. “I love this booth!” Chris says excitedly. “This way we get great views of the waiters walking by us in either direction.”
“We have a new waiter that you two will definitely like. He’ll be right with you. It’s good to see you guys.” Meredith the hostess says as she places two menus on the table and then heads back to the front to seat more incoming customers.
“I wonder if he’s a hot as Bradley,” Chris wonders as a busboy comes by with glasses of water for him and Erick.
Erick watches as the busboy walks away. “I wonder if he’s as hot as that busboy.”
“I’m much hotter than both of them,” says a voice from behind Erick.
Erick suddenly turns around and looks up. “Mitch?”
Erick and Mitch had dated for a couple years during Erick’s early years in LA. The two parted ways several years ago when Mitch was presented the opportunity by a producer friend of his to work in soaps in New York. They hadn’t kept much in touch since then, so it was quite random when the two ran into each other at the movies last August. Since then they’d only exchanged a few emails on the Facebook.
“How are you?” Chris asks as he pulls Erick out of the booth and gives him a hug.
“I’m doing well.”
“You’re looking great, really great.”
“So are you. What are you up to?”
“Nothing much. I just started working here and still acting when I can. What are you up to?
“I still work right across the street for the e-zine, but now I date this guy over here. His name is Chris.” Erick answers as he points to Chris.
“That’s great. Really great.”
Erick and Mitch hold each other in a gaze for a few moments. Chris looks back and forth between the two of them. “Ahem,” Chris chimes in.
“Mitch and I dated a long, long, long time ago. He was going by ‘Mike’ then.” he explains to Chris.
“You’re Barista Mike?”
Mitch looks at Chris incredulously. “Yes, how did you know?”
“Erick’s told me a lot about you.”
Mitch motions for Chris to slide in further into the booth and sits down next to him. “Really? I figured he would have forgotten about me by now.”
“On the contrary, he’s told me what a great actor you are and how you made the best lattes for him.”
“That’s very flattering.”
“I think he still misses you,” Chris says to Mitch in a whisper that Erick can still hear.
Erick throws a glare in Chris’s direction as he sits down across from him and Mitch.
“He hasn’t stopped talking about you since he saw you last year during his birthday week.”
Erick opens his menu. “Isn’t it time to place an order, Chris? Mitch is working after all.”
“It’s okay. I’m slow right now,” Mitch says as he waves at another one of his tables.
Chris feigns a somber tone. “Sometimes I feel like he’s thinking about you during our…’dessert’ time.” Mitch snickers.
“Chris! That’s enough!” Erick hisses.
“Does he still call it ‘dessert’?” Mitch asks. “He’s never been able say the word ‘sex’.”
Erick slams his menu down on the table. “We’ll have a spinach and artichoke dip.”
Mitch pulls a pad and pen out of his apron pocket and places it on the table. “Perhaps you’ll want to start with dessert, Erick. It’s better for the system,” he suggests.
“The way he makes ‘dessert’, you would think he’d be able to say ‘sex’,” Chris continues.
Erick glares at Chris. “This stops now.”
“We should be careful. He may storm off in a huff.” Mitch warns Chris.
“He’s not done that to me, yet. Did he used to do that to you?”
“Erick Davidson is, was, and always will be the King of the Storm-Off in my book.”
Erick stares at the two of them. “This was a mistake. Fortunately, we won’t be eating here again.”
Chris turns to Mitch. “Then we should exchange contact information.”
“I’m going to the bathroom,” Erick announces. “When I get back, there needs to be a glass of Riesling on this table.”
Chris and Mitch watch as Erick walks off before bursting into laughter. “It’s been awhile for me. How mad is he?” Mitch asks.
“He’ll be fine when I tell him how my friend April tried to set you and I up because that’s how he and I met.”
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