Riches to Rags

"Are we all clear people?" Damien asks through his earpiece that matched the other waiters. He spots Alexia and gestures her to hurry.

From behind the building of the luxurious restaurant, the duo walked towards it. Alexia looks at Damien with her bitting her lip smiling.

"I wouldn't mind someone like you serving me" She whispers, cheekily.

"Well, it's enough to look promising " He chuckles, shaking his head at the thought.

"Lets just be sure they wont see through your disguise" She says, winking at him.

"Name?" A guard asks, looking up from his time table book.

"Sebastian Drew, attendees from Orlando branch" Damien says, sliding out a folder from his drawstring bag.

"What about you pretty face?" The guard smiles at Alexia.

"Cher Antonio, same branch as Seb's" She says, keeping in character.

"Hmm- have you brought your COE?" He asks, crossing his arm on his chest.

"It's in the folder, sir" Damien says, acting nervously.

"IDs and registrations?" The guard asks, opening the fo