Azian (Prince of Dragons)- REVISED VERSION SAMPLE

[2] The Human Girl

Kaya's POV

I twirled my empty plastic cup on the restaurant table, watching it fall and picking it back up again only to twirl it. Looking up at the front of the restaurant, I sighed checking my watch for what seemed like the hundredth time.

There goes thirty minutes.

Taking the cup, I twirled it once again, falling back into my routine until a voice brought me back.

                               "Here you go princess," Dad said as he placed a full plate of fresh crispy fries in front of me. Moaning at the sight of the delicious meal, I took a deep breath in just so the smell of hot oily fries could reach my nostrils making me break out into a large smile.

                                   "Aww, thanks Dad," I replied, batting my eyelashes while glancing up at him taking a seat directly opposite mein the small restuarant booth.

"Welcome," he replied with a grin of his own, handing me a bottle of Fanta, " I still don't understand how a plain plate of fries always brings out that satisfying reaction in you," he said throwing me a curious look as I popped one into my mouth.

Oh this was so good!

Probably helped that I was frick'n starving but nevertheless, I had to agree with him. I did not know the relationship my belly had with a plate of plain fries but they sure did get along just right.

       "Well I, " I began, picking up another fry, "don't understand why, you" I continued pointing the fry at him, "always decide to prepare them for me whenever I come over, in your own restaurant," I added popping it into my mouth, "I mean why not just ask the cooks to do it?" I asked with my mouth full, glancing over at the front of the restaurant.

My Dad, Liam Reynold Joston was a business man.you might have come accross his picture in tlast weeks paper at the official opening of this fine branch.

He owned a chain of well-known fast food restaurants, take-aways, three high end ones in New York and two clubs in Las Vegas. Pretty alright for a Nigerian immigrant with only two dollars to start his dream. My father was a hustler that was for sure. 

He grinned leaning in, "well between you and me, I don't think the cooks at this branch are exactly..." He trailed of glancing around, "hygienic" he mouthed.

I chuckled at his blunt joke, "well I hope they don't think you're going too soft," I responded munching down on another chip, my eyes following the gossiping figures of the restaurant staff who were whispering nervously that the big boss was eating at their branch.

He turned around to the front and all of them dispersed suddenly, with their heads held down low, going back to business.

We both chuckled at the sight, "I don't think that would be happening any time soon. Besides this is a new branch. They are yet to learn," he finished turning back around to face me.

I nodded throwing in a fry.

"So…” he began laying down his fork, “how are you adjusting to all this?" He asked slowly, taking out his napkin, dubbing it across his mouth. My gaze momentarily shifted to his steak, unable to continue holding his inquisitive gaze.

"You mean with mom gone?" I asked now focusing on my lunch.

He nodded, eyes watching me curiously.

"I'm good."

"Kaya" he dragged. I could feel his concerned gaze hovered over me like an eagle,

"Seriously I am," I replied laying down my fork, finally managing to meet his gaze, “it’s no big deal dad, I mean of course I miss her, but she still calls me every other day. Plus,’ I added, “It’s only for this year so...” I trailed off using my bare hands to pop in a chip leaving the sentenced unfinished.