Chef-san just got a restaurant from his father who got away traveling for a long time. Her father wanted her to manage the restaurant and make it successful & popular. How will she manage the restaurant? Follow the story~
I Love Pasta game, characte...
"'Get a job' they say... you think that will be easy?" I hufted, kicking a tin can in front of me.
My name is Aomine Satoru. I'm a basketball player at (random school name) High. I'm 15 years old and a 1st year student there. Almost all of my friends in my class has already got a part-time job-- well it's not a surprise since it's your age to start working already --and because of that I got picked up by my classmates. Plus they mock me because I only play basketball in my mean time. What's wrong with playing basketball in your mean time huh? It's my hobby and it gets you healthy, so why you have to be so annoyed about it?? Sigh....
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I keep on walking as I looked at the walls on my left & right, hoping there's would be a poster about part-time jobs..
"Why Selia??! Why you don't wanna be a staff??"
I heard a girl's yell not far from me. I take a peek behind the nearest wall like a spy(?)
"Sorry Chef, you have to find a staff on your own. Bye!" I see a girl with a chef's hat and uniform leaving another girl. The I see the other girl mumbling something. I was a little bit away from her so I couldn't hear her.
"Aha!!" The girl exclaimed.
"I'll put up posters to hire a staff! Yes that will work! I'll just make one quickly."
I heard what she says and immediately run to her.
"Wait!" I exclaimed as I run to her before she gets in to a building.
"Ano..." I stopped in front of her. "I... heard what you said.. Are you hiring a staff?" I asked.
She looks at me for a while. "Yes I am. I'm searching a waiter for my pasta restaurant."
A waiter? I can certainly do it!
"C-can I take the job?" I bow to her. "Please?"
She hold my shoulder. "You don't have to bow for that." She smiled.
"Come on, let's go in. We'll talk inside." She went inside the restaurant.
I look out at the front side of the restaurant. I smirked
"I'll show them."
I entered the restaurant.
---------- The restaurant... well it's a small one; with a few tables and chairs, a stove, a sink, and a pasta machine.
"Don't give me that look," she said to me like she was reading my expression, "I know it's a small restaurant; I got it from my father like 30 minutes ago.."
"I'm sorry then..."
"It's okay." She sits on a customer chair. "Tell me your name and everything else."
