A Restaurant Story

Chapter One: Fateful Meeting

X Years Ago

     I still remember that vague memory, in spring. The warm shimmering air swirls
around me. Flocks of birds fly to the sky that is vast and never ending. I walk through a path in the park, blossoms falling at my feet. Eventually, I reached a fork in the road. Which path will I take?

Present Day

I am Kaelynn Mendoza, a 18 year old girl that has big dreams of being a chef in a famous restaurant and has just graduated from college. I woke up in my room, in my parents' house even though I just graduated from culinary school). Even though I sent, like, a ton of resumés to many famous restaurants, nobody ever accepted me. After being disappointed with myself, I trudged downstairs to get some breakfast.

I saw Mom and Dad eating, saying nothing to me, as I pass by. When I got some cereal and milk and I dump it in a bowl and began to eat. My dad then spoke up.

     "So any replies to those resumés yet?", he said in a casual tone.

     "No," I said in a disappointed tone.

     "Well, don't be sad, honey. We know you are a good cook, and that, soon you will work someplace nice. Just know that your dad and I will be here to support you," my mom said.

     I then said, with my voice cracking, "Thanks, Mom. Thanks, Dad." I then broke into tears as I hugged them both.

Fast Forward~~

I walk into town, the warm Spring air around me. Blossoms swarm around the air. I then went to open my shop stall that sells pasta. I know, but, as they say, you gotta start
somewhere (and also because I have to make a living). The day slugged along as normal. No one even bought my food (because of a huge fiasco that I would rather not discuss).

     "That is normal," I think to myself, "No one even tries my food anymore." Then, as if the universe and the heavens has conspired against those thoughts, a man about my age with blonde hair, yeelow eyes, and average height approached my humble stall.

     "Ummm.... Can I please buy some spaghetti?", he asked. I, as if I was shocked and in a daze, began to put a serving of spaghetti in a paper container, and then gave it to the man along with a plastic fork.

     "That will be twenty five pesos please," I said to him, and he then gave me the money.
He then proceeded to unwrap the packaging and ate the spaghetti on the street.

     "I must say, this is quite delicious," he said, and I blush when he said it because it was the first time in years that someone had complimented me. He then said something that was changed my life forever.

     "Would you like to work in my restaurant?"
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Hello, umm... This is my first story. Hope y'all like it! Peace out!