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Hyunjin leaned on the side of the elevator, watching as it raised higher and higher off the ground all the way to the top floor. It was just a bit past five in the afternoon, but she was already late for work. Hyunjin didn't like working at restaurants. She particularly disliked this restaurant, being that it consisted of snobby rich patrons.
"Hyunjin, you're late. Again," Her manager spoke.
"Five minutes isn't late. Plus, dinner services just started," Hyunjin said, flicking her watch up.
Walking into the back room, Hyunjin opened her cubby and took out her nicely folded suit. Being that she was head-waitress, she was expected to wear a formal dress. Of course she refused, and opted for the standard suit in which all males wore.
Looking into the mirror she straightened out the sides of her blazer, making sure she looked as professional as possible. Right before she walked out, she was stopped by one of the runners, Ryujin.
"Hair and earpiece," Ryujin said, pointing at Hyunjin's untied hair and her missing earpiece.
"Oh," Hyunjin said, going onto tie up head hair in a low ponytail.
"You could've gotten written up again," Ryujin said. "If you get written up one more time this month you'll get fired, and god knows I don't want to be Head-Waitress."
"Understood," Hyunjin said, tying her hair into a low ponytail.
An hour into services everything seemed to be going fine. All food was going out on time, and everyone seemed to be at least semi satisfied. Running back not the kitchen, Hyunjin held a plate of "cold steak" that a table had sent back.
"You guys are runners, you have to check the temperature and clean up the plate before bringing it out," Hyunjin scolded, throwing the food into the compost. "We're wasting time."
"HYUNJIN! Hyunjin," Ryujin called. "You have to take the table, I can't handle them."
"What table?" Hyunjin asked, signaling out the runners.
"Them," Ryujin said, pointing out the door.
"Runners can take orders too, we've been over this," Hyunjin said.
"I can't do a table of four. Please, just take them," Ryujin begged.
A group of four diners shouldn't seem like a lot, but in these circumstances it was. Hyunjin didn't work for any other average restaurant, she worked for the one of the highest classes restaurants. Meaning that all diners had to be some sort of wealthy and of course, picky. All costumers insisted on having everything exactly their way, a group of four of these people seemed like hell.
"God, fine," Hyunjin said.
Walking up to the table, Hyunjin buttoned up her blazer and took out her leather notepad. She couldn't help but feel frightened when all four of them looked up at her at once. All four were men wearing suits similar to hers and had their hairs slicked back.
One by one, Hyunjin took their orders with ease. Everything seemed to be going smooth up until she came up to the last one. She scoffed seeing how he had taken his blazer off laying it over his chair. He crossed his legs, taking up most of the legroom under the table.
"What could I get started for you?" Hyunjin asked, trying to be as polite as possible.
"What do you recommend?" He asked, with his fingers rubbing his chin.
One by one Hyunjin started listing all her favorites off the menu, telling him what they were and how they're cooked in complete detail.
"You know what? I'll take your number for starters," He confidently said.
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