Kara checked her cute brown leather wrist watch. It was already 11:20pm. She was doing great. No complaints and enough tips. She was blessed. She mentally noted herself to thank God for the tips before sleeping. She went to take a customer's order from Josh, the assistant chef. They were age mates but he was already a chef. Well, he was doing great being a chef being a chef instead of reading a whole lot of books. He was a natural with his cooking. "Somebody is have a great day". He smiled with so much energy. Kara took the order from him and and replied. " I thought someone would be tired by now". Sometimes she couldn't even hear herself when she spoke. Was she the same girl. Three years in the US and she already sounded in fact spoke like she had lived there all her life. She shook her head and head to the table of the you g couple with their kid who had probably turned four. That should be the reason why they ordered for a cake with a bold "4 years" candle."Please "your order" will be ready in ten minutes ". She smiled at the couple who in turned smiled back at her. Thankful that she didn't expose their plan to surprise their daughter with her favorite cake. " Thank you". The gentleman said. Kara turned to leave but paused to check on the sulking child who began crying. Her parents were having a hard time pacifying her. Some of the customers showed annoyance. Kara rushes and squatted beside her. " Get Sara, do you know something. All beautiful birthday girls cry okay, that's totally okay". She tried to sooth her. She knew that the child was confused with what she was saying. She put on a confused face and her cry began subsiding. Kara continued. " Yes. It makes them really, really beautiful. Did I forget to say that it's only when they cry tears of joy?" Sara shook her head and uttered a muffled " No". "Well, good that I have told right. That cry tears of joy when they get a huge ice cream. But they become ugly when they cry because they are angry. Now you don't want to be angry right? You are too pretty to be angry right". Sara nodded and said " I'm too pretty ". Good....of course you are". Kara seconded. The couple were glad and amazed at how easily she calmed their daughter. Even more amazed of how she got to know her name. The restaurant had become peaceful again. " Okay, now that our princess has stop crying, her loyal servant will bring her magic cream. Will be right back". She smiled and left the cheery girl who was clapping her hand and smiling at her parents. "Josh, ice cream". Kara requested. Josh starred at her confused. " You want ice cream?" He repeated to which she nodded. " It's for a kid friend. It's her birthday. Make it great. Two minutes " She ordered. Josh smiled. "I love it when you start bossing me around. Hold on....Kara don't tell me that you are paying". Kara gave a stern face. "Don't tell me you are gonna talk to me instead of going to make it". Josh disappeared to the kitchen. Few minutes later, he brought out her order. She smiled and thanked her friend. Kara went and gave the " mountain " to Sara and whispered to her which made Sara burst out with laughter." Thank you so much". The lady said with so much gratitude. The man pulled a $50 dollars from his wallet to give to her. Kara declined by gently pushing it back to him. She burnt to the height of Sara who sat in her seat already enjoying her ice cream. She giggled at her. "It's on me. It's Sara's birthday after all. Please allow me to gift her. Thank you".
She smiled and left the table. A hand, large, masculine called her to come to the table. A table of four men. " Duty call" she mumbled to herself and walked to the table with a smile." How can I be of service gentlemen? " She politely inquired, ready to take their orders. The man gestured for her to lean in to hear his order. Kara was a little confused, however, she complied. She realised that the other men were passing lustful eyes at her. She could tell they were undressing her with their eyes. She decided to overtook it, take their order and leave without causing any problem. "Yes sir,..how.." Kara went still. She couldn't even recall what she planned on saying. She felt intruded. She had never felt that way before and she was getting irked. The zip of her blouse flipped open exposing her cleavage. The man gave a lustful smile at Kara with his grip still on her zip. "What else will be on you tonight. I don't want an ice cream though. I want you". Kara was totally shocked but recovered quickly from and gently held the hand of the audacious man. " Sir, fortunately I am not edible. I am not food so if you could please make your your order I would be much grateful". She forces a smile looking around to check if she was creating a scene. Another touched her hips and winked at her. The other two smiled as they gulped down the wine. Kara gave a stern look. She felt a hard grip on her right hand. She felt stranded. " Why don't we get out of here baby girl?" She had lots and lots of patient but there was a limit to everything. An intended squeeze of her buttocks was all it too for her to ho crazy. Using her left hand which was free from any grip, she smacked the man who dare to press her butt on the face. The slap so hard and strong it echoed in the restaurant sending the tipsy man to land on his butt on the mirror ruled floor. The grip oh her right hand tighten as the man stood to up openly to assault Kara. But she knew how to take care of herself. She slapped him so hard with the back of her free hand he lost his balance and loosened his grip on her hand. She set herself free. Again, the restaurant witnessed another drama. All the four tipsy men stood up, giving a stern dangerous look to a furious Kara. She was boiling inside.
Lucifer tapped his plate with his cutlery to get Nelly's attention. Where the hell was her attention. Or rather, who had gotten her attention. Nelly was the chief chef at REFICUL CUISINES. One of the most expensive world recognized restaurants in Boston. Two weeks ago, they were still holding their position as the best restaurant. The number one of the top ten restaurants in the State. Currently, their biggest competitor, Rienners has taken over. He knew the competency of his staff. So what was he missing. His research directed him to the latest recipe of the Rienners. Surely his restaurant could do better. To take a step in solving this problem, he decided to have dinner with chef Nelly. She needed to find a solution, that too real quick. They'd were have their new additional meal for dinner. He made sure to book a table in a corner where they would be unnoticed but nothing would go unnoticed by them. He would mentally take notes of whatever he wasn't providing to his customers. He needed a solution, but there he was with his staff who's attention was drawn to something else. Something unreal, not impossible but ...unbelievable. Surely he was not daydreaming. He wasn't relieving a memory from three years ago. She was still the same. Her striking lips which he had yearned, desired since that day got his attention. They didn't look so wet and tender this time, rather, they looked tight, thin. His eyes roamed and travel to her eyes. Those once scared eyes bunt with fury. He smiled to himself. He somehow like the anger of a once "scared washroom kid". His lips turned into a frown. He had seen something he didn't like.....