The Server's Tale

Marcus stepped up to the microphone, adjusted it to fit his height, and spoke directly into it, "You will love this story." Because Marcus spoke so loudly already, the sheer volume of his remark caused most to miss his opening.
Here begins the Server's Tale:

At a downtown restaurant, in the Emerald City as it is called, many businessmen spend plenty of money on nightime recreation and dining. One of the men, a lanky fellow of thirty-five and a persuasive salesman, stopped in almost on a nightly basis. He had, because of his natural smile and polite demeanor, many men and women who wanted to be around him. Each night, he would walk through the doors, smiling at the hostess, the waitress, and even the restaurant manager, who happened to be a woman of thirty-one.
Always dressed with the finer labels offered, his suits never appeared wrinkled or unkept. His hair was always meticulously placed and his chiseled jaw and high cheekbone rarely sported stubble. His stature alone would impress any person of average height. This salesman, Michael--never Mike or Mikey, stood at six feet and four inches. Blessed with an athletic figure, and the time and money to keep it that way, his presence commanded the attention of nearly everyone in whatever room he happened to enter.

*I'll continue later...this took a good half an hour to write/revise before publishing.