Collision With The Mafia King

chapter 10

Jennaia's pov

He turns around and says,
"Pardon."

"Do you want fries?" I said pointing to the glass bowl.

"Si. Sure Principesssa." He says and walks over to the counter and sits on the kitchen stool.

I pick a paper plate from the cabinet.

Thank goodness I put it on the lower level and not the upper level. It would have been embarrassing to kneel on the barstool to take it.

I put the plate on the table and start fetching the fries.

Ok it's kinda awkward.

"Principessa, did you make the fries?" He asks.

" Yes, the fries are a-actually homemade, if-f you d-don't mind." I say looking up at him.

"No, I don't mind." He says and stares right back at me making me a tad bit uncomfortable.

I look back at the food.
"S-so, do you want chicken nugget-ts?" I ask him.

"Si, principessa, you can give me five. And a little ketchup."
He says.

"Ok. " I say.

I pass him his food.

He thanks me.

Which suprises me, honestly this man is full of them.

"Uhm, excuse me, I have to send the food up stairs. I'll be right back." I say and he nods .

Then I walk out.

*Time lapse*

I give them their food and head down with the tray and my food.

I took a little longer than I because I had to pee but I eventually, walk back to the kitchen.

When I get there I don't really expect him to be there waiting but he is.

I hear him say,
"No! Non voglio che tu ti assicuri che ci siano danni con i pacchi. Li controllerò personalmente quando tornano

Non me ne frega niente se l'hai controllato ed è passato attraverso il fottuto sistema.
Lo controllerò io stesso quando arriverà qui.

Questo pacchetto ha già avuto così tanti problemi e Blake è meglio che tu lo speri, quando lo controllo. Toccherà a. O altro
*risatina maniacale*, non vorresti saperlo."He says.

(Translation: No! I do not want you to make sure there are damages with the packages. I will personally check them myself when they get back

I do not give a damn if you checked it and it has gone through the fucking system.
I will check it myself when it gets here.

This package has had so many problems already and Blake you better hope, that when I check it. It will be up to. Or else
*manic chuckle*, you would not want to know.")

"Fucking bastard." He says and hits the counter.

Yeesh.

Although, I didn't really understand most of the words except; no, I and the 'f' word I feel secondhand pain for that person.

I stand there for like a few seconds debating whether I should go or stay but I guess I'm staying because he notices me standing there awkwardly with the plate in my hand and says, "Oh, Hey, come sit."

I do and sit across him.

"I-is everything, okay?" I ask.

He looks a little shocked I asked t but he hides it and says,
"Yes, everything's okay, mi principessa, what made you think the opposite?"