"See that Jake ?" I murmured at Jake as we were hiding around the corner to spy on the guards on each Side of the big kitchen door. They looked exactly like those who let us free pass into the building, but I'm sure those guys won't be getting manipulated that easily...
Jake pointed his finger towards three square pegs onto wall placed next to us, and I smiled. "Plain cleverness, Jakie boy. Hear that? It's make-over time!" I said in a low tone, before we both grabbed a mantel.
"Okay, all we have to do now is act like we're one of the workers of this restaurant here. Jake, trust me on this one. I'll be in the kitchen with the other, pretending to cook. You'll be the waiter, alright." I winked as Jake looked at me with wide eyes.
"But Anna Lee!" He whispered, grabbing my arm to prevent me from walked to the kitchen just yet. "What if we get caught?"
"Like I said, trust me." I whispered and he released me, letting me go past him and into the amazing smelling kitchen. It was huge, more than ten people were cooking and de decorating the food here. And there also was this guy, commanding and yelling. He must've been the chef, ofcourse.
"Stephen, what are you doing!" The chef yelled and grabbed at his hair, as he approached a worker and stared down at the food. "No, no!"
I recognized an accent, hmmm...italian, maybe? It was quite strange to hear.
"What are you all looking at? WORK!" He shouted, causing me to flinch backwards and swallow as everyone else turned back to what they were doing.
The chef looked back at Stephen and send him a disapproving look. "Stephen, what do you see on this plate, honestly." He pointed down at the plate on the iron bar.
"I...cooked fish, sir."
"No, it isn't."
"Uhm, but-"
"Are you fooling around with me, Stephen?" The chef asked in a very dark, severe tone. He eyed Steve very dangerously.
"O-ofcourse not, sir."
"Then explain to me how this isn't spicy fish?"
I could see Stephen swallow, his cheeks turning in a deep shade of red as his blue eyes were filled with fear and stared back into the eyes of the chef. Man, I so don't want to be into that guy's place. Even though, if this man would start yelling at me for cooking fish on my own way and not like the chef would want it to be done, I swear that my head would explode and that I'd throw the bloody damn fish at his face.
"You've only got one chance left here now Stephen. You know the owner of this restaurant isn't very nice here, and if he hears about this, he won't be very happy. So I suggest, to work correctly like everyone does here. One mistake, and POOF, you're out. I warned you, now WORK!" He yelled, making Stephen work before he looked around and his eyes caught mine. Oops, noddles!
"GOT A PROBLEM THERE, MISS?"
"Uh, nope."
"THEN WORK, BLOODY HELL!"
Jeez, dude. I hope you ever break your leg and fall with your face into a pile of doggy shit. But okay, this guy doesn't really scare me, despite the fact that my grandfather was just as assholish as the chef that works here. But you know me, I called the cops telling them that he had tried to throw my grandmother out of the window along with their kitten Doris, and now my grandfather is in jail behind bars. Well, what? How could I resist?
“So, where do I start...” I mumbled and tapped my chin. as I looked down at the plate that was shoved right in front of my face by some dude. Okay, just to be sure, I'm not a cook. I've never done this before, okay? I never cooked food into my life before. Ever...well, it can't be that difficult, right?
I shrugged and grabbed some different sauces and poured it onto the food, humming as I watched the lemon juice and decided to put some onto the chicken. I hope this became some sort of poison, because that's really just the goal here. I mean, after all, this restaurant doesn't deserve to be as famous. In contrary, it deserves some shitty negative comments and rumors into the newspaper which I can certainly help with!
I kissed my fingers and turned around when I saw Jake walk into the kitchen, a worried look onto his face when he caught me. I smiled and handed him the plate, “Hey, little man. You're looking cool, aye.” I patted his cheeks getting a grin out of him, “Listen, this son of a gun deserves it. You might don't believe me right now, but when we're done here, you'll see it for yourself.”
He nodded and walked off, left the kitchen happily. Now we just need to wait until someone screams and dies onto the ground. That's all...
I crawled my way out of the kitchen and went to stand around the corner to see Jake standing right next to a table where a couple were having some - wait, no. Fuck! That's so, so bad. I bit my lip and shook my head nervously as he placed the two plates onto the table and walked away. The couple smiled at each other, taking a bite of the chicken....
Shit.
She opened her eyes wide and her lips parted, a choking sound coming out of her mouth. Shit, no dude! I jumped from the corner, ran over the floor like a ninja and fell in front of the girl. Her body started trembling as if she got electrocuted. Well, here's proof how bad of a cook I truly am...
“W-what's happening to her?” The guy furrowed his eyebrows. God, I feel really bad for this. “Is she...”
“Nope, not on my watch.” I told him and grabbed a glass of water from their table, before putting the tip at her lips and trying to deliberately pour it into her mouth. “Hey, big guy!” I yelled at the man who was eating and watching what was happening. He pointed at himself saying 'you mean me?' and I nodded. “G'imme your damn sandwich.”
“Why do you need his sandwich?” The man raised his eyebrows at me questioningly and I rolled my eyebrows.
“Listen up buddy. Have you ever tried Tumblr yet? It's on the internet and it has science. They say water is good to fade away the feeling of having hot sauce into your throat like samorai, well that's really just wrong. Bread helps, it fades away the burning sensation onto your tongue whenever your eat something spicy. Okay? Therefore, ask questions later. I'm an expert in everything.” I told him and he complied, nodding confusedly. I looked down at the girl, “Okay, listen. Chew very delicately onto this. And then, swallow it down. Alrighty?”
She chewed, and swllowed it down. Her breathing went back to normal after several times of feeding her with the sandwich, and she coughed. “D-Dave?”
“Elena!”
The couple started hugging. Aww. Uhm, am I staring?
“EVERYONE, THE FOOD IS POISONED!” I screamed and stood up, everyone pausing with what they were doing. I heard a couple 'ew's and oh my god's before they all stood up from their seats, brushing themselves off. “IN FACT, THIS WHOLE RESTAURANT IS POISONED, SPREAD THE WORD!”
I smirked when people started screaming and running out of the restaurant. The couple stood up, Elena still weak into Dave's arms. “You rescued a life today, how does that feel?” The man grinned contently at me and I furrowed my eyebrows. Well, I feel like complete shit, man. I was the one who almost killed your fiancé. I was the one who put the extra fucking sauce onto the chicken, I'm the one who ruined your day. Jesus, I really understand if you are intending on killing me now...
“O-oh, well maybe I'm born to be a doctor. Who knows?” I chuckled softly and shrugged. Wait - does this means I'm a doctor?!
OH HELL NO.
“Well, I hope she'll be fine. You saved her, this restaurant is a shame. I should call the cops!”
“Don't worry about that, it'll be taken down after it all comes onto the news, bro. Just take care of her, she needs it.”
“I know, I will. Thankyou...”
“Anna. My name is Anna Lee.”
A/N: HU HU HU. WELL I FEEL SO BAD FOR THIS. I ALMOST KILLED A WOMEN AND BROKE A MAN'S HEART ON THEIR DATE. Well, what did you expect? I'm the Devil. >:)
Just kidding.
This chapted sucks, yet again.
bye
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