First day on the job

Amongst a busy street life, a flurry of footsteps could be heard.

A young women ran past women with baby strollers, across busy streets and through crowds of people, many rushed out of her way. Murmers arose about manners but nobody tried to stop her. There was too much to do in their own live's and one person running couldn't stop the show.

Her hair was jet black and put into a neat pony tail, and she was wearing a server's uniform. She made her way through the busy roads, just barely avoiding a barista bringing coffee out to some business men at a cafe. She only could say sorry and pushed on to reach her new job. Now viewing a path through a park she took off and unfortunately tripped. Just ahead of her was an an alleyway filled with vines and fauna and small flowers lining the path. There were many young children rushing in and out of the path and heading to play. She felt embarrassed, but knew all she had to do was run one more block and she'd find it, and find it she did.

It was a prim and pristine restaurant with a few tables outside of it. There were flower boxes all around and its windows which previously held a help wanted sign now had a small open sign. Waiting at the door was a man fumbling about with an apron and a few keys cluttering about. He was who she presumed was the owner, and she was about to call out for him. That was, before she saw a women come up to him and push him in. Turning over the sign and locking the door she looked around and walked in.

The women had long red hair, like tomato paste the girl thought before she walked over to a small store on the opposite street. She asked to use the phone and called the restaurant to say she would arrive late because she had lost her bike and would need to walk.

As she expected the call didn't go through and she had went straight to voice mail. She ended the call and picked up a small box of chocolates and some water, and walked back to the park. She decided to go back after an hour, to let the "bossman" and his lover enjoy themselves.

The alleyway she took before looked gorgeous beyond belief and she wished she had a camera with her to take such a wonderful picture until she heard a soft mewing sound. She looked around and found a kitten, covered in dirt. Picking it up she placed it in her bag and rushed to find it food at the store. Buying one cam of cat food and little bowl she took it to the washroom and started to bathe the kitten.

The cats meows were loud but very gently it was washed and dried. The girl then went back to the alleyway, choosing to leave it until she would go home. That way the mother cat could possibly come back for it, she placed the kitten into an open box, placed the food in the bowl and checked the time.

Her watch read 10:15 and she walked back to the restaurant. At 10:20 she saw the very same women walk outside and down the street, near the store the girl had washed the kitten and kissed the man who gave her the phone.

She could faintly hear some vulgar words following a sentence following the lines of " You aren't wearing them, right? Good." and they walked away holding hands.

The girl felt conflicted but chose not to talk about it, she ran to the restaurant and opened the door. Inside was very chic and modern, it had an Italian style of decor and was very warm. The seats were a bit worn and the tables looked just a bit old but it was a very homey place. There was a faint smell of sweat and she could just barely make out a few silhouettes on the tables but she just walked on by to the kitchen. Where she saw the boss washing a few plates and a man coming through the back door.

She apologized for her lateness and asked if she could do anything to "bribe" them not to be too mad at her, but the men just laughed it off and told her she came just on time.

The boss said the man who walked in was his nephew, the main chef and that more people would be coming over shortly to start the day.

The nephew looked at the girl and asked her to go wash up and get ready to work and that he and his uncle would continue to prepare food, that time was of the essence and that he would talk with her for longer after they were ready and that he would get ready after she was done. And he shook her hand and went to wash his. He picked up a sharp knife and chopped an onion faster then she could comprehend. The boss came over and showed her the changing room and told her any locked compartment was for the other employees belongings, but that any open one she could find and that she liked was hers. She looked around and chose one near the door. She opened it and found an apron and put anything she didn't need up on the coat hangers.

She personally thought the manager was quite handsome, and that though he had quite the belly on him, that he must've had many suitors during his youth. While hanging up her bag , she looked at the few lockers surrounding her. Out of 10 lockers only six were locked before hers. And in corner held 1 stall with a bench in it. Like before she could see a slight silhouette on the bench but she shook it off and walked back out into the kitchen.

The nephew was working away, his sleeves were neatly tucked away and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, finishing a plate of French toast. It was very simple, only two pieces and a few fruits on it. He looked up and saw her staring and handed her the plate. He said she was so pale she would faint on the floor, and to finish it before he came back out. He walked away leaving her in a slight daze until she heard the door close and she took a bite of the food.

Marriage was the first thing that popped into her head after the first bite, and children's laughter could be heard after the second. She finished the plate swiftly and walked out to the seating area, only to find a pair of kids, a mother and a father who looked quite similar to the nephew.

She readied herself and walked over to take their orders. She brought a note pad a pen and a few sets of menus, and listened to their orders.

A pair of kids meals consisting of waffles, milk and some eggs, a plate of sandwiches and a egg and sausage breakfast muffin with 2 cups of coffee a few packets of sugar and some creamer.

The children were giggling and playing around with the menus and wanted to get up and "help the kitchen". The mother, flustered started to scold her kids and told them to wait for their food properly like adults, so they could go play in the park on their day off to not bother the nice lady taking care of them here.

-----Mother's pov------

" Oh my gosh... I've finally gotten a break but my kids are running around and making a mess.... what does the waitress