Dragonborn (need a good title)

Chapter 2

theres a pic of Celeste. which also might change, but i like hers. 

So here’s the thing about the whole ‘working at my mom’s old restaurant’. My parents had previously planned that I was going to work there, first as a waitress, then apprentice under my mom to learn her trade. When I was younger, I used to frequent the kitchens and the staff loved my family.

Why don’t I own the business too, you ask? Well funny story that. See, when you’re underage, which I’m not anymore might I note, people can’t very well leave you an actual business, so they leave it in the hands of a friend, or family, or someone capable, and hope and trust that it will get passed to the rightful owner when they are able to take care of it. Unfortunately, they gave the restaurant to my only aunt. My dad’s sister.

Now, my mom and aunt never got along. The only reason that Bellinda, Auntie Bell, got the business was because she was good at running things like that. I don’t know the details, and never try to find out.

       So as you can imagine, it has a bit of a Cinderella complex to it. But not too much you know? I get paid well, I’m around people that I like and love me, and its not like I don’t get along with Auntie Bell, but she can be something of a cow at times. To be completely honest, I don’t have time to run a restaurant. I have four girls, five cats, dogs, and birds, a huge fish tank, two ferrets, a hamster, a guinea pig, and a snake to watch after. Not to mention a house to run.

And in case you’re wondering, we’ve had those pets for quite a while now. Our parents had spoiled us when it came to pets. We all had our own dog, cat, and bird, as well as a pet of our choosing. Minus the fish tank. It had been our parents’ and we just couldn’t get rid of it. So we took care of it. The fish were beautiful anyway.

I went to pull into my usual employee parking spot and had to hit the brakes. There, sitting in my parking spot was my favorite sport bike in the entire world. A Suzuki Hayabusa in all its shining, beastly glory. I quickly pulled into the next spot and went into the employee lockers. A friend of mine, Lonnie, was changing into her uniform, while other employees bustled about. It was kind of odd, changing around both women and men, but you learned to get used to it. Half of the guys that worked there were gay anyhow, so we learned not to care.

“Hey Sugar Plum, you look a little flustered. You ok?” Lonnie asked in her heavy southern drawl.

“Have you seen the dream in my parking spot?” I asked.

“Oo, who was he?” she asked, her eyes glittering.

“No, no. It was my dream bike, there in the dingy yellow light. Glistening like a diamond…” I trailed off, going into my world where stealing people’s beautiful motorcycles were totally NOT against the law.

“Well, you should see the totally yummy new bus boy that started tonight. He’s been running through my head since I last saw him, oddly with less and less clothing.” She said dreamily.

I laughed at her antics. She had no problem flaunting her gorgeous body, and constantly encouraged me to do the same. Mind you, I have a pretty awesome bod, what with my large boobs and equally vulumptuous rear with a small lean body structure making me a definite looker. But unless I was working, I tried to keep my looks under the radar.

“I’m sure I’ll see him later.” I said, rolling my eyes. She was always trying to hook me up with some guy or another.

“Or you’ll see him now…” I looked up to see her eyes widen and gears start turning in her head, as she said it. I turned around to follow her gaze and there, a couple locker’s down was the sexiest hunk of man flesh this side of Olympus. Quickly, before my already dingey luck decided to take a turn for the embarrassing, I turned back to her, my eyes the size of dinner plates.