Post by Shelby on Jun 12, 2017 14:25:35 GMT
The air had grown thicker with tension as Chardonnay slammed her way through the doors back into the kitchen. Everyone flinched and looked in her direction, to which she resorted to giving them glares before she retreated to the safety of her office. She locked the door behind her, closed and shut the blinds on the windows to her office, and she hadn't come back out since. None of the kitchen staff could figure out what was wrong. They gave each other wondering looks, some worried, and then shrugged their shoulders. Hormones, one of them mentioned briefly, which earned him a few nods of approval. What other reason would she have to be upset? If anything, everyone suspected that she should be happy that her boyfriend was here. Maybe he said something wrong, someone else suggested, chuckling under his breath. Or chose the wrong meal, or just did something wrong.
Heather had taken Chardonnay's place at the front of the kitchen, taking tickets and calling out orders to the line to make sure that everyone was doing their job right. But she was distracted, looking back and forth from Chardonnay's closed off office towards the dining area where she saw the table her boss had come from. She frowned at it. Rachel came into the kitchen with another ticket for another one of her tables, but before she left Heather asked her where they were in their meal. Waiting for their main course. Just finished with their appetizers. More plates were brought into the cleaning area. "Thanks," Heather said, nodding Rachel off.
The young woman frowned, and then finally decided that she had to go check it out. Maybe she'd figure out why her boss was so upset. She mentioned it to the staff, and as she stepped out of the kitchen with her chef's jacket on--not nearly as extravagant as Chardonnay's--and her sandy blond hair pulled back into a bun, decorated with a braid connecting on the right side of her head, she hoped that Chardonnay wasn't watching her. She could get fired for leaving the kitchen for no reason, and she knew that.
She sauntered over towards table 40 quickly, with her hands clasped together in front of her, and with a smile on her face until she saw Arthur. He looked... Familiar to her for some reason. Seeing him made her steps falter, but she quickly rightened herself and made it over to the table. "Hi there." No, that was wrong. She blushed and cleared her throat. "I mean, good evening. I'm Heather, the sous chef here and Chef Nicholas'... Manager." She smiled sheepishly. "I hope I'm not disturbing either of you by coming over for a second. I just wanted a chance to come and say hi."
Heather had taken Chardonnay's place at the front of the kitchen, taking tickets and calling out orders to the line to make sure that everyone was doing their job right. But she was distracted, looking back and forth from Chardonnay's closed off office towards the dining area where she saw the table her boss had come from. She frowned at it. Rachel came into the kitchen with another ticket for another one of her tables, but before she left Heather asked her where they were in their meal. Waiting for their main course. Just finished with their appetizers. More plates were brought into the cleaning area. "Thanks," Heather said, nodding Rachel off.
The young woman frowned, and then finally decided that she had to go check it out. Maybe she'd figure out why her boss was so upset. She mentioned it to the staff, and as she stepped out of the kitchen with her chef's jacket on--not nearly as extravagant as Chardonnay's--and her sandy blond hair pulled back into a bun, decorated with a braid connecting on the right side of her head, she hoped that Chardonnay wasn't watching her. She could get fired for leaving the kitchen for no reason, and she knew that.
She sauntered over towards table 40 quickly, with her hands clasped together in front of her, and with a smile on her face until she saw Arthur. He looked... Familiar to her for some reason. Seeing him made her steps falter, but she quickly rightened herself and made it over to the table. "Hi there." No, that was wrong. She blushed and cleared her throat. "I mean, good evening. I'm Heather, the sous chef here and Chef Nicholas'... Manager." She smiled sheepishly. "I hope I'm not disturbing either of you by coming over for a second. I just wanted a chance to come and say hi."