"So you're closing soon, but since you need the money, you're starting to serve breakfast and tea in the morning, along with lunch in the afternoon?" Trish asked, swirling her straw in her drink as she and her friends sat across from me. I folded my hands in my lap and nodded.
"And you want us to be either cooks or waitresses?" Melanie added. I nodded again.
"What about pay?" Angela asked, cocking her head to the side.
"I was thinking that after I save up enough to go home to Japan, I could pay you then? I have a bunch of money there, with my partner, but I couldn't bring it. I would pay you before hand, but I don't believe I'd have enough. If you're willing to corporate though, I'm sure I could get you all the rest you need for college." Angela slowly nodded, chewing on her straw.
"And the outfit? Will it be revealing?" Melanie, practically slammed her glass on the table as she leaned forward.
"No, I was afraid you wouldn't agree if it was." The three nodded approvingly. "So will you do it?" I asked expectantly, eyes wide with hope. They hesitated for a moment before firmly nodding.
"I'd like to be a cook. After all, I am hoping to go to college and study the cullinary arts. This could be like training!" Trish chirped with a wide smile.
"Great! Is it alright if you all start tomorrow? I'd like to get started as soon as possible- oh! I need your adresses and phone numbers as well, so I can send you your pay when I get home, and make sure you get it!" I dug through my pocket and pulled out a receipt, flipping it to the back. I handed them a pen from my vest.
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"So you're actually doing it?" Jack leaned over the counter, watching me attempt to assemble the coffe maker. For somestrange reason, a café model was much harder than the average household machine...
"Yup. I need the money I guess... ah, thanks for the idea, too! Really owe you one, ha." I mumbled out before throwing the screwdriver over the machine, eager to just junk it already. Jack gave a chuckle and pulled himself over the counter, taking the machine and messing with it a bit. I watched as he worked at it, suddenly give a small squeak when he clapped his hands.
"Finished!" He cried, now rubbing his hands together before he plugged it in. The small button on the side flashed green just before the machine gave a slight gargle and hum, filling the previously empty bar with noise.
"What." I stared blankly at him as he grinned, scratching the back of his neck.
"I used to work at my mom's café, I fixed all the machines and stuff so she didn't have to pay anybody to do it. Never thought I'd really need to fix anything anymore, but hey!" He clapped his hands together again, eyes closed as he smiled. There was suddenly a shout from the backroom as Angela stormed through the double doors.
"Izaya! What is this?!" She exclaimed, tugging at the short muddy green skirt. I watched as she pulled at everything she disagreed with, eyes narrowed in a harsh glare. "You said it wouldn't be revealing!"
"It's... not? I can't see anything you want to keep hidden, so it's not revealing." I gave a grin, apparently making her even more so flustered. Jack was nodding aggressively behind me.
"That is so not- what... that's not right!" She stood still for a moment as she collected her thoughts, "I want the skirt five inches longer! Only then will I work for you, alright Izaya?" Angela finally growled, pointing an accusing finger towards me.
I gave a long sigh before nodding, shooing her away.
"Now go change back, I need help cleaning everything."
