Cherry Blossoms ✔️

Twenty Eight

Cherry | 28 | Blossoms

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"I think we've done enough paperwork for today," Emi announced as she closed her manila folder and laid it on the right side of her desk. Her eyes flickered to Y/N who'd been looking through new inventory sheets. "I think it's about time we get you working on the floor. There's only so much you can take being locked in here with me."

"I like being in here with you," Y/N reassured her as she closed her own folder. "But you're right, we should stretch our legs out."

Emi's eyes had a twinkle in them. Oh, no. "Hey, Y/N. What do you say to a one legged hitchhiker?"

Y/N decided to play along. "What?"

"H-hop in!" Emi cackled in laughter as she held her tummy. "Get it? B-because he only, he only has one—" she breathed in. Her face had turned red from laughing so much. "—one leg!"

Y/N gave her a wry smile. "I'll go ahead and start working while you calm yourself down."

Emi waved her off, but she was still laughing in her rolling chair behind her desk. Y/N closed the door behind her as she walked out, leaving the green haired woman alone. She'd learned that Emi loved jokes to a whole new extent.

"Y/N!" One of the girls that worked as one of the hostesses called her over.

"Kinoko-chan," Y/N greeted the girl. Her bangs were long and fell over her eyes, so Y/N wasn't sure if she was looking at her or not.

"Y/N, are you working the floor?" she asked in such a soft voice that Y/N had to strain her ears to hear her.

"I am," Y/N told her. "I just finished working with Emi in her office for the moment."

"That's great," Kinoko flipped through her list. "I really need some help out here, is that okay? Can you take care of room number eleven? It's one of the private dining rooms."

Y/N could tell from the slight tremble in her hands, that Kinoko had mustered up a lot of courage to ask her that question. Y/N wondered if she was sending out bad vibes again. She had a bad habit of excluding herself from others at times—it wasn't like she meant to, it just used to more convenient for her to isolate herself from watchful eyes.

Y/N reached for the small booklet she was holding. "No problem," she smiled at her. "I'll take care of them. Has someone already taken their order?"

Kinoko nodded. She'd visibly relaxed. "Yes. Someone already has. All you have to do is deliver their food."

"Okay," Y/N nodded as she read through the list. "I'll get right to it."

"Thanks, Y/N." Kinoko smiled slightly at her.

Y/N gave her a thumbs up and a grin before she headed off to the kitchen to grab room elevens order.

Y/N was grateful that she had great balance—carrying three trays of food wasn't exactly easy. Especially, when each tray was worth more than a hundred dollars with all meals combined. If she dropped them, that was goodbye to her paycheck. She couldn't even imagine how much the bowls and plates were worth individually.

When she reached the room, she took advantage of a small trolly that was beside the wall. It was commonly used to carry large orders—which she believed she qualified for—and sat the trays down.

She smoothed out her uniform and made sure her hair was neatly tied up. She couldn't walk in looking like a mess, especially if it was classy people on the other side of the wooden slide door.