210 Fitting In

*Ring* *Ring* *Ring*

"Fresh lasagna with extra cheese for table 3! The Gregories need it quickly!"

"Chocolate fondant and foie gras for the Rivers on table 12,"

*Ding* *Ding* *Ding*

"The stir fry is finally ready! I need it gone ASAP so I can get more space!"

"I got it," The voice of an arrogant, confident yet slightly nervous man sounded yet was drowned by the other sounds of the room as he rushed over to grab the stir fry, bumping into many servants in the process, making them look at him with hate-filled eyes charged with annoyance as he had almost made them drop their food. 

"What the fuck does this degenerate brat think he's doing… He's going completely opposite to traffic… We practiced this so many damn times that we could not even properly sleep, how is he getting this wrong?"