✨ y/n pov ✨
it was just like any other day in the famous restaurant in Japan, people were eating and drinking peacefully, everyone was calm chatting and sometimes laughting.
Until...
a blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman with a skinny build, pale skin, a mole under her left eye, and scars on the right side of her body, including her face, neck, bosom, and leg, She is 180 centimeters tall (or 5'11"), and her hair is very long and done up in a huge ponytail, going down to the base of her spine. She is usually seen wearing a wine-colored skirt suit with black stockings and black 1-inch heels. Her nails are long and painted pink, and she also wears rose-colored lipstick, whit such a beautiful curvy body, she was walking whit a man that seemed to be like her bodyguard (Boris).
she sat at a table and the man next to her did the same, the blonde woman was smoking calmly a thin russian cigar holding it between her two fingers, the man next to her had a serious stern expression, the man was wearing a nice suit.
In the restaurant was a nice calming music and a beautiful atmosphere, the restaurant was spacious, clean and filled whit the scent of the delicious food.
The waitress approached they're table and asked if the decided what they'd like to order, then the blonde woman replied in her russian accent
"We'd like two plates whit beef along whit salad for, and as a drink wine." The woman said
"Alright, I'll be right back ma'am" the waitress said calmly and walked in the kitchen of the restaurant closing the door behind them then the waitress said to me
"y/n another order at table five. Beef whit salad and wine."
"Alright then, geez I still have to do more orders, but I'll try to make it fast." I said while obviously under pressure cooking at the stoves
"I know it's hard, but we're only 5 waitresses and one chef that is you." The waitress said
"Damn it I know, but I'm almost done whit the order at table three and still working at the order at the table six, gosh it's gonna be a long day." I said looking a bit tired but still cooking
"Well, c'mon you can do it. Your the best chef in Japan. you never give up, Y/n." The waitress said to motivate me
Sights silent then I say "Alright, I can do it. Bring this to table three and six, I am making the order at table."
"Okay." The waitress said and grabbed the two orders along whit another waitress at the tables three and six.
The blonde woman waiting patiently smoking her russian thin cigar, the man next to her having the same serious stern expression.
As the waitresses bring the orders to the tables six and three , other waitresses serving at other tables
While I was focused on cooking the order at table five, after a few minutes finishing the plates I looked around the kitchen and see no waitress, I sight silent then I grab two plates and walk outta the kitchen to table five.
✨ Balalaika pov ✨
I was waiting calmly, running outta patience as I was still smoking my cigar, only to see a tall woman wearing a chef outfit, whit beautiful (h/c = hair colour) in a low bun at the back, (e/c = eye colour), sweet dark red cherry lips, such a nice curvy body, I stared at her for a few seconds, feeling my heart beating a bit faster than usual, but I kept the same neutral cold expression, the (h/c) woman walked at mine and Boris's table, she placed the plates in front of us, placing on the table two glasses and the bottle of wine, 'gosh I want to drink whit her this wine and talk to her, she's pretty' I thought in my mind, then the woman said
"I hope ya two enjoy the food." the (h/c) woman said
"I'm sure we'll do. Didn't to see expected the chef herself" I said as I was smoking my thin cigar
"Well now you do, I'll go." she said
As I placed my cigar in the ashtray and begin eating the food in my plate, Boris did the same, my mind was racing whit thoughts about the chef woman thinking 'Damn, such a sweet voice she has. And the food is delicious, even better than food in Roanapur, this woman is a goddess whit a perfect body and great cooking, I have to get her somehow.'
✨Y/n pov✨
'Holy shit .... Who the heck is that hot blondie?...her blue eyes...the way she smoked her cigar...the way she talked...that hot russian accent.... Ugh what am I thinking?! Back to cooking, Y/n. No time for simp-ing over blonde russian hotties.' I thought and walked back in the kitchen, cooking other orders , trying to stop thinking about her, but it was so hard....I couldn't. All I thought was about her, finding myself daydreaming about her. But I knew I'd probably never see her again....but I hope I'll get to see her again, I never give up.
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(Okay that's all for chapter one)
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