Rebecca scanned the plastic menu that had item names glossed over in cursive fonts and shot her an amused look.
Zara shrugged, "Mrs. Jones's son designed the menu. He is in some graphic design school." She wasn't sure why she was giving her any explanation.
Not knowing what to order, Rebecca asked her for some coffee and fries and got busy on her phone while Zara went inside the kitchen. Normally, she wouldn't cook but she wanted to kill time and extra work meant extra money. Besides, how difficult would it be to fry some potatoes?
She got to work and took out the fries from the freezer. She put on the deep frier and gently added the fries to the oil. In less than five minutes she was done and was happy with her speed, though she had some spilled oil along with bits of potatoes spread all over the kitchen counter.
