Ramen Ramen!
Jul 14, 2011 18:51:31 GMT -8
Post by ❥SKETCHPAD on Jul 14, 2011 18:51:31 GMT -8
The woman was tall, lean, and bluntly beautiful. She didn't look like the type of girl to be working in a ramen restaurant. Her crisp, golden hair was pulled back into, what looked like a bun. It was loose and fluffy, and shone in the light. She smiled down at May, something that May a little less nervous. "He's not actually scary." The woman said with a smile. "He's just stressed." She shrugged and turned to a cabinet behind her; she seemed to be the only person that was relaxed.
The woman reached up and pulled out an apron and net that looked exactly like hers, just ten times smaller. "Here." She pushed the clothes into Mays arms and slid past her to the door. "Prepare yourself for a rough night. You have the hard job.
Turned out, May didn't get to cook. After she tied up her hair and successfully attached the apron to her body, it was time for her to really start the work.
The kitchen was full of panic, the few workers still there ran around frantically, getting orders and food. While the blonde woman glided here and there. May could have sworn she was humming. . ."Excuse me Miss?" May said politely as she approached her. "What's this difficult job your giving me?" She woman didn't even glance at her, and as she talked over her shoulder May had to strain herself to hear. It was loud.
"You are to help give the orders to our customers, we'll hand you an order with a number on it and thats what table or seat you'll bring it to." In the middle of her sentence the woman moved smoothly over to a different stove and handed her a plate crowded with various vegetables and meat on top of warm, wet noodles. Steam still rose off it and May couldn't help but to inhale the goodness. Wow! She thought to herself as she stood there basking in happiness. If she could only have one bite. "What are you still doing here?" The woman asked, looked at May as if she were stupid. "Oh, right. Yeah, ok. Sorry!" She rambled on until the woman literally pushed her out the door and into the place behind the counter. Oh god. She thought, staring wide eyed at her view. there had to be nearly 50 people in the place, all terribly loud. "Fantastic." She said aloud, before realizing she was just standing there. She glanced down at the plate, the steam beginning to disappear. #12 it read, and May looked around frantically. There were no number 12s, she bit down on her lip not realizing she was panicking. Wait. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Now, where were we? She opened her eyes and carefully scanned the tables. 9. . .10 . .12! She couldn't help but to smile and she quickly -- yet calmly, walked over to the table. She handed it to the man who sat alone. Alright! I got it. She grinned and turned around, walking back to the kitchen. This mission was starting to brighten up.
The woman reached up and pulled out an apron and net that looked exactly like hers, just ten times smaller. "Here." She pushed the clothes into Mays arms and slid past her to the door. "Prepare yourself for a rough night. You have the hard job.
Turned out, May didn't get to cook. After she tied up her hair and successfully attached the apron to her body, it was time for her to really start the work.
The kitchen was full of panic, the few workers still there ran around frantically, getting orders and food. While the blonde woman glided here and there. May could have sworn she was humming. . ."Excuse me Miss?" May said politely as she approached her. "What's this difficult job your giving me?" She woman didn't even glance at her, and as she talked over her shoulder May had to strain herself to hear. It was loud.
"You are to help give the orders to our customers, we'll hand you an order with a number on it and thats what table or seat you'll bring it to." In the middle of her sentence the woman moved smoothly over to a different stove and handed her a plate crowded with various vegetables and meat on top of warm, wet noodles. Steam still rose off it and May couldn't help but to inhale the goodness. Wow! She thought to herself as she stood there basking in happiness. If she could only have one bite. "What are you still doing here?" The woman asked, looked at May as if she were stupid. "Oh, right. Yeah, ok. Sorry!" She rambled on until the woman literally pushed her out the door and into the place behind the counter. Oh god. She thought, staring wide eyed at her view. there had to be nearly 50 people in the place, all terribly loud. "Fantastic." She said aloud, before realizing she was just standing there. She glanced down at the plate, the steam beginning to disappear. #12 it read, and May looked around frantically. There were no number 12s, she bit down on her lip not realizing she was panicking. Wait. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Now, where were we? She opened her eyes and carefully scanned the tables. 9. . .10 . .12! She couldn't help but to smile and she quickly -- yet calmly, walked over to the table. She handed it to the man who sat alone. Alright! I got it. She grinned and turned around, walking back to the kitchen. This mission was starting to brighten up.