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Carmen was cutting up vegetables, it was about to be another long day at 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙊𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝘽𝙚𝙚𝙛.
Carmen and the chefs just brought in two to three pounds of beef and pork, for today’s orders, and the crew began to stack it in the freezer.
The cakes have already been made and meals have been prepared and prepped for, customers have been served early in the day.
And now, they’re preparing meals for lunch and dinner; and their brunch that they do every Sunday.
Carmen heard the bell ring, seeing that a waitress has entered their restaurant;
The young Italian male would raise his eyebrows and lift his chin up.
“Yo, how can I help you today? What do ya’ need?”
Sierra was still wearing her work uniform, torn black tights and sailor shorts with her white t-shirt and suspenders. Fiona had been the one to make positive changes to Patsy’s and something at least a little more cute and stylish for the girls to serve in and even she had to admit, the look had grown on her starting to seep into her own personal style. Armed with the last ten dollars of tip money from her uneventful overnight shift serving two slices of coconut pie to a man with no teeth, Sierra had ventured to the North Side with only one thing on her mind: food. She knew the sitter had Lucas covered for school and she would hopefully catch a few hours of sleep before she picked him up at three, but there was only one sandwich in the city that could ease the hunger craving pang in her stomach. It was not long after they’d opened by the looks of it, but customers still milled in and out as Sierra let herself in and the sound of the bell overhead gave her away. There wasn’t a line, for which her sore feet were grateful, but there was also no one even behind the counter until someone in a chef’s apron came out through the swinging door. “I’ll take a job if you’ve got one. Preferably with less shitty tips.” She answered promptly, stepping up to the counter and pulling out the crumpled bills from her pockets. “But what I need right now is just a beef, no cheese extra peppers. Thanks.” She smiled politely, trying to iron out the bills on the counter top before sliding them over.
