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Still looking over the new comer, Naomi became aware of Kaden's presence behind her. "This gentleman is enquiring about the barkeep position, you know, for the Thursday night parties. His attire is a bit out there but ahem, I'm friends with a wolf-girl." Naomi reached behind her briefly to scratch the girl's ear awkwardly. Friendly affection had never been her strong suit. "So, what do you think?" she asked finally, facing the man again.

"True," Naomi conceded. Crap, she had forgotten that Kaden did not like being touched. She muttered an apology to her co-worker. However, the threat did not bother her. Kaden's slip of fiery tongue usually expressed her exact sentiments. She only acted to scold her because apparently, she was supposed to do that. This cafe was important to her. Threats against it validated threats on their part.

Suddenly, a beeping sounded from in the back. "Oh man, I forgot those stupid pastries in the oven." As she slipped by Kaden to get to the kitchen, she chided herself harshly and wondered if she was trying to ruin her only chance at a new beginning so early in the game.

She stood there in the kitchen, just breathing in the scent. The beeping had stopped but she still did not feel the need to take them out. The exchange shared by the stranger and Kaden had been short and sweet. The issue of Mr. Zaitsev being in-house help would have to be discussed further. However, the first party was tomorrow and with not many applicants, he was basically their only chance. A room in return was not too big a price if he did well.

When he entered and spoke to her, she had been startled again. Without a word, she removed the hot sheet carefully and placed it on a counter. They were beef pies made with a special receipe that had you coming back for more. Still not saying anything vocally, Naomi began to transfer the pies to a lined, plastic tray. It was not that he made her nervous. Of course not, that could not be it at all. She continued to work in apparently preferred silence.

While placing the last of the pies on a tray, Naomi heard her friend's entrance and shot a grateful smile at her for the compliment. The meaty pastries had occupied two trays. Nodding at Mr. Zaitsev and then at Kaden, she made her way to the front section with the display case. With the way that things were moving so slowly, she wondered if they should close early.

Deep in thought, she pulled the front glass up and shifted the pies onto a shelf. After closing it, Naomi walked back to the kitchen for the second set. They really did smell good. She twitched a bit at the memory of the person, who had taught her the receipes and others. When both trays had been moved to the display case, she returned to the kitchen and took a seat near Kaden. She would clean out the oven soon enough.

"Mr. Zaitsev, like Kaden told you, there is an unused room just off of the Party Hall. You are welcome to use it as your personal room here. As for your offer not to be paid, I won't accept it. You have to be paid somehow for your services. Just consider boarding here, a favor." Remembering Kaden's suggestion, she added quickly, "And I suppose, we could always use another cook. How soon can you start? Do you have your bags?"

((If I'm going too fast or slow for you guys please let me know. This is my first RP after all and I don't know what is a good pace or what. Tips are welcome! Thanks.))

((I just assumed it would be in America but if you and Cuppy as well want to change it, that is fine. Hmm, roleplaying in Germany would be awesome. I have a thing for Germany, ahem.))

"Alright, I'll call you Vas then," Naomi replied, fidgeting a bit. She had caught the little bit about his father. Her mother had been the same. Of course, that was assuming that he was implying what she was thinking. "Uh, I think we should close early, indeed. What do you think, Kaden? Is there anything you want to do before we call it a day?" She stood and gave her friend a side glance for a response.

"This is going to sound silly and probably prove Kaden's claim that I'm an airhead but no, we don't. Kaden had tried to tell me but...it didn't happen." Embarrassed, Naomi flushed but tried to cover it quickly with more rambling, "Uh yeah, I like the idea of having the music in the cafe as well as the computers. Right now, our most high-tech contraption is the kitchen appliances." She smiled at the mention that he could DJ as well. It had been a concern of hers if she would have to DJ the first party. That would be like holding a gun to her business dreams.

Naomi shuddered involuntarily but calmed a bit as the Trance filled her kitchen. It was upbeat and so unlike what she would have played if given the chance. She grabbed Vas' hand and pumped it twice. "You're hired, Mr...oh, I'm sorry. Vas, welcome aboard." She turned to her business partner, "Are you okay with this, Kaden? If so, can you please show...Vas his room please? I'll stay down here and clean up a bit. Hopefully, things will be better tomorrow, please God." She waited for her friend's thought on things.

((Phew, that's good. I want to go there too!))

"Thanks," Naomi replied as she watched her friend begin to lead the man away. Before they could leave, Naomi ducked out of the kitchen and stood in the middle of the dining area. It looked just the way she had pictured it when she was younger, when simplicity was all the rage. A few computers would not hurt it, would it? She walked through the maze of table and chairs lazily, pushing in the pokers as she went to the front door. After locking it and pulling in the blinds, she returned to her lazy navigation of the room...just dwelling in it.

((Am I the only person who cares about the registration rules in this place, besides Cuppycake and SNPR 01? Did you read the rules on the first page, Gummi?))

Naomi halted her idle walking at the sound of the guitar. "When did you get here, Alkienta?"