The Deucalion Restaurant

🍮Chapter 13🍮

"You ready, hon?"

Morrigan took a deep breath as she looked through the window of Ivy's car to the Deucalion Restaurant.

"I don't know Ivy, but I suppose I do kinda have to go in, don't I? I applied and all..."

"Aw, Morrigan. You'll do great!"

One of the many things Morrigan loved about Ivy was her enthusiasm and encouragement for her - even if what she was doing wasn't that big of a deal. It made her feel as if someone always had her back and would encourage her.

Taking a deep breath, Morrigan opened the car door and stepped out into the cold morning air. She turned around and shut the door, waving to Ivy, who waved back and blew her a kiss.

Morrigan rolled her eyes, and began walking across the carpark, desperately trying to shoo any bad thoughts out of her head; today was going to be great! Besides, she would get to see Jack... what's not to like about that – other than her awkward stuttering and red face?

Looking back over her shoulder to see if Ivy was still there. She was. If things didn't go to plan once she stepped through the door, maybe she could run back to the car?

No. No, no, no.

She couldn't do that.

Not yet anyway.

Closing her eyes and telling herself that she had nothing to fear, Morrigan pushed open the doors of the Deucalion Restaurant and walked inside.

Immediately, the smell of chicken and pasta filled her nose, and the light buzz of conversations around the restaurant filled her ears. Morrigan sighed – she had taken the second step of working at the Deucalion Restaurant; showing up for work. Third step; find out which door she's supposed to go into to get to the backrooms.

Morrigan looked around the room, trying to find any other Deucalion staff who she could ask for directions, but as she did, it seemed that everyone looked the same – a collage of colours moving around, bumping into each other, and not making any sense to Morrigan.

Yellows, blues, pinks and oranges. Browns, whites, purples and greens. Blacks, reds and many somewhere in between the others. It was all a blur.

She tried to clear her mind, looking for anyone in a black shirt with pink edging and apron. Her eyes darted around the room, from plain black shirt to plain black shirt, until finally, she found a man with snow-white hair with a hot pink apron.

He was fairly tall and quite old, but livelier than Morrigan thought she had ever been. As she approached him, he turned around with a large smile and shining eyes. Morrigan smiled back hesitantly, unsure of what to say now that she had found an older staff member.

"Ah, you must be Miss Morrigan Crow?"

Morrigan breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. "Yep, that's me."

"Wonderful! So glad you could make it this morning. Hope you're not too overwhelmed; one of our busier days." The man looked around at the crowded restaurant.

Morrigan laughed, "Does it get like this often?"

He shrugged. "Not for a while, unfortunately. With the school year and stuff. However, weekends are rather popular."

Morrigan nodded again, looking around the restaurant once more as she did. "Uhmm... Mr, uh-" She looked at the nametag above his breast pocket. Kedgeree Burns. "Mr Burns, do you know where I'm supposed to go to get instructions for my shift and things?"

"Ah, yes," Mr Burns said, turning to point at a door behind the counter where a larger lady stood, taking orders with a look of annoyance that Morrigan had only ever seen mastered by cats. "Through there, Miss. Someone will meet you there shortly, and you can begin your shift. And please, just call me Kedgeree."