Not So Mature ||TAEHYUNG||

Part 3

Yuo Ra was preparing a desert of white chocolate which is her invented sweet liked the most. She loves it because while making it she just get lost in her work and no one tried to disturb her because she become a woma hulk when someone interrupt her.  Chef Chao knows it well since he is thrown into the dustbin.

Mr. Yang enters the kitchen which he found empty and he know, why. A humming sound was all he get. First he saw who is that beaten drum and then the dish she is making. He silently walk and stood behind her. He never want to be in smelly bin with his blazer on. He clear his throat to grab the attention first if she give

"Yuo Ra sweetie...."

Her back straights and she turn with knife in her hand, front of her face. Mr. Yang shout his lungs out clutching his chest tightly. Suddenly a laugh fills the whole kitchen which is more audible then Mr. Yang's shout.

"Oh my god Mr. Yang...look at your face"

He close his eyes with taking a deep sight.

"Yuo Ra this was not funny ok"

"It was not funny it was hilarious"

She laughed more hitting on counter again and again.

"What've you prepare " he gain his concious self.

"Oh this my dessert "

Mr. Yang knows it well that none other than her can prepare a best date revenue people love everything arranged for which La Vintage is mostly famous. The reason behind not kick her off from here is only this. Mr. Yang cool himself down. He specially want her to take Taehyung's order because she never bother running around rich guy. Other waitress definitely gonna be a statue in front of him or start flirting with that person.

"Yuo Ra listen..come here"

"What Mr. Yang..?"

'Now what this ass want me to do' He surely never knows how bad bitching she is doing in her mouth.

"Go at table no. 14 and take his order. He is very important guest for us ok. He want a date venue and yes please don't start arguing with him "

SASSY YUO RA

'And please don't start arguing with him'

I mimic his face as he leave. I huff and my shoulders hung out of all work

"But this will be my last order"

I shout as he was about to leave the kitchen.

I make faces out of annoyance. Firstly i had to work for more hours against my will and second that this is gonna be my third order of these extra hours. I  should have been in the arms of my love, my soft pillow and bed instead of this, ugghh...this man is on my nerves. I will kill him one day.

I took my pen and diary and proceed to walk where i passes the kitchen 'empty' the counter 'empty' the burning stoves with food but no one present. But wait why all the waitress also waiters are crowding around the entrance of the counter. What the hell they are giggling and going excited like seeing a clown in a fate.

Not caring i walk to table no. 14. Far there a man sitting with grey suit on fits him perfectly. Scrolling on his phone, sitting with legs cross, must say he look disgustingly handsome.

"Sir.."

He just hums and look at me. His eyes meet mine. I look into his doe eyes and it defines him that he is a cold bastard with a serious attitude problem. Well, what i have to do with that