Customers came and went in a whirlwind of excitement and chatter. I counted at least two dozen and it's only been the first hour. Did I ever envision myself being content in a waitressing job? Of course not, but I do enjoy meeting new people regardless of the brevity of the interaction. People are their own tiny magnificent galaxies, and only a fool would dismiss them prematurely as unimportant.
A fool alright; someone who doesn't truly understand that there's more to the universe than just using it as a power source to fuel one's egomania.
In spite of my yearning for travel and adventure going as far back as my girlhood, I did have enough patience to stick around in one place for some period of time. Hence why playing this role had been its own quest I don't know if Ms. Foxtrot can say the same, though.
There was a dark overcast in those pretty features that I've caught once or twice when she thought I wasn't paying attention.
Maybe she wasn't cut out for this job at all? But her timing and manners we're perfect so far. I can see her thriving in my diner.
I was leaning on the doorway while said woman fed Master. Her next remarks caused me to laugh, in spite of myself.
"That's a little presumptuous. Who said you're hired?" Maybe I was teasing, maybe I'm not. But her performance had been exemplary, I should at least give her that credit.
The last thing she said made me perk up in amusement and suspicion all at once. I glance at my wristwatch "Oh, I don't know. Fairly early for that. I keep it open until seven, and it's only noon. Why? Are you in a hurry to get somewhere?"
I smile innocently then urge her to come back inside and leave Master to enjoy his meal.
"You can do something for me in the kitchen in the meantime," I tell her as I walk towards it. Once I've pushed the swinging doors open, Mr. Kozlov has moved aside so I can occupy the empty station in the left.
"Tell me, Bee," I look back at her, still smiling, "Ever made souffles before? I've got a great recipe here..."
I start putting out the I ingredients then waited for Foxcroft to say or do something instead of just waiting there.
"I can teach you the basics, but if you don't really have a talent for baking then you can get back to the dining area instead."
I then pick up the electric egg-beater and hand it to the woman, adding, "So, missy, care to show me what else you're capable of? You do strike me as the type who doesn't back down from a challenge."
A pause.
With an almost condescending tone, I inquire, "...or am I wrong?"
