Conner was glad to see Derek doing well with the table and was happy that he came in early for them.  They were a good table who often were used for the new waiters to practice on as they were more than understanding and more than happy to help out the restaurant that they've been going to since they were teens.  It went well from what Conner could see and even when Derek did small mistakes it seemed he was picking up on them quickly and fixing it.  The couple were happy with the serves and did give him a pretty good tip.  Conner praised Derek, telling him that he did great on his first table alone and if he wanted he could do the next table by himself, and of course to call him if needed.  Usually the morning shift Conner felt comfortable leaving the newbies by themselves as they normally got pretty easy going customers.<br/><br/>That was until the out of towners came in.<br/><br/>The more experienced waiter already had his hands full with five tables with parties of three or more together so whenever he looked over to Derek he thought he was doing fine as the other didn't call him over or anything.  But then he began to hear whispers and laughs about how Derek got a hard table.  Conner couldn't do much as by the time he found out the table and paid and left.<br/><br/>"Sometimes.  Most of the time here, but thats usual evening or dinner shifts when we get people like that.  I'm really sorry I didn't help out--but you did good.  She is just being bitchy." Conner said smiling a bit in hopes to make Derek feel a bit better.  "But hey, one out of two tables is pretty good." Conner set down the tray he was holding and motioned to the chefs "You going to grab lunch from here? I'm pretty sure he'll make you mostly whatever you'd like."<br/><br/>"Conner! Go on your lunch."<br/><br/>"Got it.  Anyway I should clock out for lunch, I'll see ya later Derek.  Really though, good job today."