Chapter XIII: The Lady's Champion

"Do you think she's getting fired?" Dorotea asked the group of people standing in front of her, each one of them holding complicated expressions that were a mixture of uncertainty and dread.

"Knowing the boss, I think getting fired would be a blessing." Salvatore muttered bitterly.

"I agree, Gamma doesn't really seem like the one who'll take getting yelled at like it was nothing…" Filippo shrugged and gazed at Flavio and Arturo who was already on their knees praying.

"Please get her fired."

"What my Tamodachi said."

"Yeah, I don't really know but human meat doesn't seem appetizing."

"PIERO!" everyone shouted at the man with a mohawk who simply shrugged.

"We already sell horse meat, do you think Gamma can't sell humans?" he defended himself with a deadpan making Flavio and Arturo pray faster.

"You shouldn't say things like that, what if the boss hears you." Dante chuckled nervously yet didn't really deny Piero's words. "There's still a small chance that she or may not be fine..."

"That was scary..." Sylvia's meek voice echoed inside the room as the metallic door swung open. "I don't like that..."

"SYLVIA!" Dorotea shrieked in glee before running up to Sylvia and engulfed her in a hug. "I was so worried about you!"

"H-Hey Dorotea!" Sylvia groaned as she struggled to breathe from how much Dorotea pressed her face on her chest.

"NO FAIR! I WANT BOOBS TOO!" Flavio complained as everyone else crowded around the two girls with looks of relief on their faces.

"How did the talk go my tamodachi?"

"Did the boss hurt you?"

"Maybe he tasted her and thought she wouldn't be a good sell…"

"You need to think more before you speak..."

Arturo and Dante bombarded Sylvia with questions as Salvatore couldn't help but heave a helpless sigh while staring at their head chef who simply shrugged and went back to the kitchen.

"The boss didn't hurt me..." Sylvia answered while hugging Dorotea. "He just asked me how my experience was here."

"Mhmm, it has been a month since you came here." Salvatore mumbled and stared at Filippo who nodded.

"I forgot about that one-month check." he shrugged and pushed his glasses back to place. "Things should be getting interesting soon."

Everyone watched as Filippo walked out of the cafe without much as a simple goodbye. Salvatore and Dante gazed at each other for a moment before giving a nod.

"I'll be talking to the boss,"

Dante excused himself right after as Salvatore simply sat down and began reading a nearby newspaper with the headline being an article about the recent unidentified murders near the area.

"But man... That was scary." Sylvia whined and buried her face into Dorotea's boobs more without a second thought making Flavio slam his hands on the counter.

"I want Dorotea's boobs too!"

"Shut up simp. My boobs are preoccupied."

"Then I have no choice!" he exclaimed and walked up towards a table before slapping it repeatedly.

"We'll have a contest! Whoever wins a tournament about arm wrestling can grope Dorotea's boobs!" he shouted as loud as he could before smirking.

"Seems like a pretty good game am I right?"

Sylvia lets out a quiet squeak as everyone else inside the room deadpanned at Flavio and his words, clearly tired at his antics. A quiet rumbling sound caught everyone's attention and they slowly turned their heads towards kitchen doors that swung wide open.

"What in the name of Gamma..." Salvatore muttered as the doors to the kitchen flew off the handle as Marco alongside another raven-haired man slid into the room in an attempt to look cool.

"I heard boobs." the raven-haired man whispered as he pulled his hair back to reveal a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes and stared at Dorotea who deadpanned at them.

"I also heard boobs." Marco smirked and performed finger guns towards Dorotea which creeped her out even more.

"You three seriously need some help!"

"We do not need help."

"We seek what every man wants."

"We. seek. BOOBS!"

The trio of Flavio, Marco and the raven-haired man declared in confidence as they stroke a pose in front of Dorotea, disgusting both her and Sylvia.

"I don't seek out boobs." Salvatore deadpanned.

"I'll give you my leave if you beat us."

"You got a deal Giusto."

"TOO QUICK!" Sylvia shrieked as Salvatore immediately jumped into the picture and stroke a similar pose as the three of them.

"... Gamma doesn't seek out boobs too." Dorotea pointed out making the four of them scoff.

"Why would Gamma seek out boobs?"

"Are you mocking us Dorotea?" Giusto deadpanned at her as Marco nodded.

"Gamma already has Delta, of course he doesn't seek out boobs! He has the entire package!" Flavio raised his voice.

The sound of glass breaking echoed inside the room as a metallic cup flew at a scary speed, breaking the small window on the metallic door at the very back of the room and hits Flavio square on the face, breaking the formation the four had.

"Get back to work."

Gamma ordered with his signature stare that could be seen through the hanging shards of glass making Salvatore run to pick up a mop and clean the mess that was Flavio's bloody nose.

Dorotea and Sylvia just stared at the three idiots that tried to make it seem like they were busy as they dragged Flavio's unconscious body back to the staff room.

"... Idiots, no one talks about those two." Dorotea sighed before facing Sylvia. "Hey, wanna go out tomorrow?"

"Mhmm? What do you mean go out?"

"I mean, on a shopping spree? I haven't really gotten clothes." Dorotea mumbled and gazed at the broken window. "... We can invite Delta and my other friend too."

"So, what do you say!?"

"Uhhh... Sure."