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Samuel tapped his pen against the lined paper, staring at the now forgotten words written lazily on them, his mind was deep on his own thoughts to notice the patron calling him, each syllable growing impatient with the second.
___ " Waiter! Waiter!.. Heavens.. "
Samuel blinked, snapping out of his trance, he blushed slightly, product of both his imagination and the embarrasment of the unprofessionalism showed with the patron, he was supposed to be always present, he felt dissapointed on himself for the bad impression he caused, but, he will scold himself later.
___ " Oh, I- I am sorry, may you repeat your order, sir? " He murmured, his voice deep and smooth, but still quiet and tinged with shyness, he positioned the ink-dipped end on the paper to start writing.
___ " Two appetizers " The black-haired boy nodded, hurrying to write under another order, knowing that he will probably end up messing up and exchanging orders, but he couldnt care less. He wrote in a strange caligraphy, letters interlined in a rush, almost unintellegible to foreign eyes unused to the poor handwriting.
___ " Right.. I'll be right back " He nodded curtly and walked to the kitchen window, calling over the loud movement in there, ingredients sizzling, a chronic tapping on wood cutting words, pans bringing up fire with them as cookers lifted them off the stove slightly. He was honestly amazed by all of it, but due to his machism-full household, he never got to learn to even heat a stove, so he was stuck in ignorance. ___" Two appetizers-.. Two- Appe-" He sighed, his voice too low to be heard, he suck in air to yell more.
___ " Two appetizers, now. " A deep voice spoke, low but firm, enough to make everyone on the steaming room flinch and freeze, Sam turned slightly. Vincent, of course, the main chef, the boss. The stern and intimidating chef everyone whispered about when they thought he wasnt hearing. "He scares the fuck out of me.." "He is too rude." "Boss's pissed, dont dare breath wrong" "I am getting fired.." Sam couldnt count how many times he had heard people talk about the man like he was a heartless monster, when he tried to chat with others and all the conversations were about the bad treatment the chef gave them.. But Sam always kept quiet.
Not in fear.
Never in fear.
How could it be fear? If the man was always nice to him, gave him food, fixed his tie when he was too exhausted to tie it properly, even dried his hair once when rain caught to him when he walked, noticed things about him even himself forgot. Never a single word said too harsh, never raised his voice.
His fingers tapped the counter behind him when he spoke. ___ "Mean? Maybe you arent seeing... Vincent? Just seeing the scaaary boss." He shrugged vaguely, trying to give a light explanation to something deeper.
Something better buried between ashes.
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