Miscommunication Kills || Ann & Max
tomboy-ann:
With the holiday season approaching, that meant the Red Snapper was going to be a madhouse. It didn’t help that some of her coworkers took off for the holidays, leaving her to do the grunt of the work. Cooking, taking people’s orders, and cleaning? Yeah, no thanks. I better be getting a fat paycheck for this. So it was safe to say, she wasn’t in the greatest of moods. Of course, it wasn’t like she hated those things. She loved them, but with the bustle of the customers, that “love” was much less so.
Anyway, Ann serves the next customer, not expecting anything other than a ‘thank you’ but he actually complimented her. Judging from his dialect and how he was dressed, it didn’t look like he was the type to come here often. He looked like someone who would claim they were too good for this type of service.
“O-Oh, well I did, sir!” She turned a little pink and grinned.
He smiles. Well, wasn’t she the little cutie? A great smile, great service, and great food-- truly the holy trifecta of a wonderful dining experience. Of course, good things never tended to last long.
“Ah, so it was you, then? Well, my compliments to the chef! I wasn’t expecting such a simple looking girl such as yourself to have prepared something so exquisite.” This is said casually, with venom or malice, as he places a hand to his chin thoughtfully. “You must have had some wonderful training... did you attend culinary school? You don’t look the type to be able to afford it, but...”
You never knew. The world was full of surprises, after all.