Varying Perspectives [G/T Oneshots]

19 - COOKING

"Chef Wanted. At least 16 months restaurant experience required. Pro human environment. Call 202-555-0191. Must be of the giant race."
Louisa read the advertisement out loud, excitement building inside her chest. This might be the job, the one to bring her out of her slump. Out of her burn out. The 31 year old quickly grabbed her phone, punching in the digits and holding it up to her sharply pointed ear. The dial tone was harsh, and repeated 3 times before she heard the click of the call being answered.
"Who is it?" said an androgynous voice on the other side.
"Louisa Featherton, calling about the chef position at your restaurant. I've worked at the Panama Cook joint from 4028-30 and -"
A hard sigh from the other person cut her off, and a faint "They always call during the rush."
"Okay Featherton, we don't have time for this. Come down to the place, we'll suss you out as you work. You do well tonight, job's yours, you fail, you're booted out like the last 3."
"Okay, how human is your establishment?" she asked quickly, and the other person almost growled.
"We're about as pro-man as you can get."
"But what-"
"No more buts Featherton, unless it's yours getting down here right now. We are in the middle of a late night dinner rush and unless you want to cook these three chicken avocado burritos, I need to go." they ranted, and the line cut, leaving Louisa in a stunned silence. She gulped down the lump in her throat.
"Well, I better get my butt down there." she breathed shakily, writing the address on her hand before racing downstairs to her hoverboard and speeding off.

She eventually found the place, smack bang in the communal giant-human area, an average sized establishment, though, not very decorative. She could hear noise from the other side, as well as a neon purple haze and smooth R&B. Louisa dismounted her board, slipped off her ankle cuffs and walked to a back door. She knocked twice, and the door was immediately opened, allowing her to slip inside. It revealed a kitchen, all shiny and new, but with no one running in it. It was eerily quiet, nothing cooking on the burners, no orders being yelled and repeated, no dirty dishes stacking up in the sink.

"So, you must be the sheila Kyla was yellin' at." a distinctly Australian voice made Louisa jump, and she looked around for the source.
"Over here, on the counter." she turned to see a small man, about 8 inches tall, with short bronde hair and tan skin, chucking a knife between his hands. He had a winning smile, icy blue eyes, and was clothed in a tattered chef's apron. Louisa's eartips tingled as she neared him, while he just stood there watching. When she was closer, he tucked his knife into his belt and held out a hand, which she shook gently.
"M'names Silas, Silas Ashford. Pleased to meet'cha."
"I'm Louisa Featherton, here for the chef job." Compared to his exotic tones, her English accent sounded bland and boring.
"Ahh right, that's what'cha called in for, ey? Well, set up here and then I'll take you on a tour. Don't wanna disturb Kyla, she's really got her knickers in a knot, with the new opening and everything." he voiced, and Louisa leant down in earnest.
"What's the opening." she asked, and almost fainted when Silas decided to sprint up her arm and onto her shoulder, pulling out his knife and flipping it again while leaning on her.
"Well, it's why you're here. Kyla's opened up giant section for the shop about 2 weeks ago, which was a very stupid move, if you know what I mean."
She didn't, and Silas laughed awkwardly to fill the silence.
"Oh Lou, sorry if you don't understand my slang. Now come on, we've got lots to see before any of your kind show up." Louisa stood up, strangely stiff and nervous. What if he fell? She didn't want to hurt a coworker on the first job.
"So, here's your prep station, and the stove, with fryers of course, the freezer and food storage is just through there. I used to work this station myself when we had no giants, but I got sick of almost falling into things, and that's why you're here."
"Why you?"
"I'm the tallest one 'ere." he chuckled, and Louisa placed a hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle. They approached a small door, and Silas motioned for her to crouch down. She could hear the familiar shouts and could smell amazing food on the other side.
"Now, through here is the human section, which you can't really get to. You shouldn't need to anyway, but if you do, just knock and I'll be sure to answer.

"Jack, Mark keep on that steak. Ethan, good job. Silas, get her out of the way you Austrian fairy!" an angry voice came from the other side of the door, and Silas tugged on Louisa's hair. She quickly scurried back as a slender, pale haired woman burst through, holding a piece of paper half her size.
"I'm not bloody Austrian!" Silas fumed, while the giant gasped like a fish.
"Fairy?!" Louisa looked over her shoulder at Silas, the pupils in her hazel eyes shrinking with surprise. "You said you were a human."
"I never actually said.. specifically.." Silas fiddled with his knife, avoiding Lou's slit pupiled stare
"Stop squabbling you two. We have our first giant order for the night and everything is riding on you Featherton." Kyla looked up at Louisa with her brilliant purple eyes, glinting with something other than organic sparkle as she placed the ticket into her hand.
"Cook hard Featherton. And Silas, see me when you have the time." she ordered, storming through the door, leaving that same silence in her wake. From Silas' description, Louisa expected a punk looking girl, most probably short or shaved hair, piercings, tattoos; but Kyla was the definition of a web beauty guru. Perfect complexion, platinum blonde waves, those mascara clad modded eyes. She felt Silas' hands on the side of her head and heard breathing in her ear.
"Chill, just don't lose your head, and you'll be right. Kyla can be a flamin' galah, but don't let her intimidate you. Intimidate her. With your skills of course." he reassured, and she laughed openly at his phrases. Louisa heard a silvery shink and then he was hovering in front of her, caramel wings buzzing at his back.
"So, what is up with this?" she pointed her finger at him and he somersaulted in the air.
"I'm a fairy, as Kyla said. And these are cicada wings, which means I can do this." something under his apron started shifting and moving, and a loud, continuous chirp rang out. Almost like a cricket, but harsher.
"Silas! Could ye shut the f**k up we're tryin' ta cook." shouted an angry Irish voice, and Silas waved it off.
"Jack's always a spoil-"
"Silas! Come help me with this, and God could you stop, my ears are bleeding." this voice was deep, the accent American, and it successfully shut the human cicada up.
"Markimoo needs me. Bye Lou, nice meetin' you. Good luck." he saluted her, and buzzed off, leaving Louisa with two special orders to cook and a serious case of the heebie-jeebies.
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*Writes a stereotypical Aussie even though I am Australian*
I don't know anyone who actually talks like Silas, but there are people who do. Cameos by Jacksepticeye and Markiplier, Ashford and various Australian phrases (c) Home and Away.
~Tsunami