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Once she was done cutting up the vegetables, she prepared the meat next, knowing that she had to speed up the pace a little bit. Her frustration was released as she tenderized the cling film-covered meat with a mallet, not caring if the others would hear her sounds. A cheerful voice rang out to her, and she just wanted the customer to get away with a scream, but that would be rude. Instead, she faked a smile, facing the client with her usual cheerfulness even though it was not genuine. " It's actually a hotel for people who want the spend the relaxing time at the beach, but yes, this restaurant is part of the establishment. I'm glad that you are starting to like the place. A waiter will escort you to a vacant table and feel free to order."

With a waiter keeping the customer occupied, she sighed in relief. Right now, food was her main focus, ensuring that her performance would still be perfect even with her sour mood today. Immediately, she starting cooking for the few first orders of the day.

Solaris could only wish that the customer would be feeling fine even with her bad mood today, though she also prayed that the other female would not get the wrong idea behind her fake smile, more so with the incident back in her house. With the waiter taking care of the customer, she kept herself focused throughout the task at hand, taking deep breaths to clear her head. Sweat was forming on her forehead and she wiped it off with a clean towel. It wasn't long before she was done cooking for those few orders but then again, two more orders came along. Her expression became serious as she attended her focus to those two new orders, forcing herself to work hard even with the depression crippling her.

Sheila's harley roared beneath her as she weaved between vehicles on the less than busy road before coming to a stop in front of the Amour de Mar. The tall blonde hummed as she killed the engine and kicked down the kickstand before walking over to one of the side bags and pulling out a colorful cloth bundle with the words 'I Love NY" Embroidered on the side.
The giantess's stoic expression cracked as she let a smile come to her lips and a sparky to her eyes hidden beneath a pair of aviator sunglasses. She was practically giddy with excitement, today was the first day since her meltdown at the beach she'd been able to not only drive her favorite bike around but also cook up something tasty for her girlfriend.
Speaking of..
Sheila practically giggled when she saw the green haired Huldra and had to keep herself from saying something cheesy...oh what the hell?
"How's my Amour de Mar?" she smiled as she stepped up to the counter and placed a kiss on Lola's cheek. She giggled again "Mornin' babe, guess who brought you lunch?" she held up the cloth bundle , a bento box actually. Fresh steamed jasmine rice and vegetables on the top box, and on the bottom was her newest dish , vegan butter chicken in a slightly spicy curry sauce. The smell from the bundle alone cased several patrons to turn their head .
"New recipe, I know you dont like meats so I went all out and made you something vegan instead!"

Thankfully, the orders were done, but then Solaris saw the familiar face, Lola, who was contributing to the handing out of the other few orders for her to cook. But later, a stranger, the blond woman, came by to check on Lola and kissed the cheek affectionally. Great, now she felt a bit sick to the stomach, mainly because she was still in grief, but she had to stay strong, especially with Tyrese having his break from work for the paintball game. She then diverted her attention to the customer who was looking at the menu and was also seeming to be distracted by a lot of things. She questioned the green-haired girl in a slightly loud voice. "Have you decided on what to eat, miss?"

Solaris could only wish that she could smile back at the customer with the same expression, but right now, it was impossible. She had to reply to her question, anyway. "The lunch menu changes every few months depending on what my boss would have planned, but I'm cooking honey-lemon chicken breasts over a bed of stir-fry vegetables for the current menu. I hope you'll like it." Perhaps, seeing the customer being pleased with her cooking would cheer her up a bit? Yes, that must be it, if that would help to improve her mood for the day. It may not be long, but better than being upset the entire time.

Katlyn glanced down at the grass, frowning at it. It was growing. She was going to need to mow here before too long. While winter sucked like hell for being cold, it sure did help keep from hauling a big loud machinery all over just to cut the grass. Maybe her newest boss would humor with the idea of letting her just cut scissors and just crawl on her hands and knees to cut it. Sadly as she thought about it, she realized that she wouldn't get anything else done, and she would probably have to start all over once she got to the last bit of grass. That would suck. "Heavy machinery in the future it is." She said with a sigh, before lightly slipping her shoe across the grass. "Grow extra slow, there's no need to be tall just to get a hair cut every week." She told the grass, hands on her hips before moving on to the other plants to see what had died over the winter and what survived.

❥ The lyrics to Flightless Bird blared from Michiko's earbuds as the tiny woman dragged herself through the front doors. Not bothering to make her "first thing in the morning" quota in efforts to find work. It had been two weeks now that she would be without work, and if she didn't hurry soon, she would have to end up living in the woods with her cats, or worse: move back in with her parents. Just thinking about it made the 24 year old shutter, though thankfully she had the beautiful music to drown out all her worries. Upon reaching the front desk, she lowered her hood and hesitantly rang the bell, hating to be one of "those" people. The ones that rang the bell whenever they needed assistance, like "helpless children" as Michiko called them . “Uh...hello...? Is anybody home...?”





ᴍᴀιɴ: Fading
ʟᴏνᴇ: Flightless
ᴛᴇᴀʀs: 1000 Years

❥ Michiko could feel a pair of eyes on her, she had that eerie feeling in her gut again. Whenever she felt someone staring, her gut would always let her know. Tucking her hands in her pockets, she pretended not to notice. Meanwhile, she discretely looked over in their direction out of the corner of her eye. Trying not to make it so obvious that she was checking them out. Michi could make out a blonde male with baby blue eyes, hidden behind thick squared glasses. “He's totally a uke!! So innocent and dorky looking! He'd definitely be on bottom!" Michi would slowly get a nosebleed as perverted thoughts began to fill her head. Unbeknownst to the otaku now lost in her daydreaming, as she then slumped over the desk.






ᴍᴀιɴ: Fading
ʟᴏνᴇ: Flightless
ᴛᴇᴀʀs: 1000 Years
ᴍᴇ: My Life