The waiter went to the manager and spoke in a corner behind the back of his hand.

The waiter turned away under the umbrella and went toward the hotel.

The waiter went away and came back a moment later with the two thin packs.

The waiter went and asked the man, then waved Peter over.

He was what I call a good "waiter" to go in.

When the waiter had gone, he looked across the table at me.

The waiter put in the garlic olives and then went back to the kitchen.

Two men entered; the waiter who had accompanied them went away.

The waiter went out; a few minutes later, the man at the bar also disappeared.

The waiter stared after her for a moment, then shrugged and went about his business.