Stop calling me Exotic

I remember my first day at work, The nerves that entered me to start asking people what they wanted, Bringing the food to each table my arms were shaking Unbalanced feet Rapid heartbeat Bit by bit Before the day ended There were four gentlemen to serve to Whom I had to serve the confidence I collected throughout the day I went to their table number, I went to serve them, "Where are you from?" "Leeds" "No but where are you REALLY from? You look so exotic."