#orders.

[frecklenog]

[switchorionchang]

[Tired of being creative or cooking, Orion heats up some of last night’s beef noodle soup that he made with his brothers, passing it off as something he made that evening when he gives it to @thepeppermintqueen ]

[switchorionchang]

[For lunch, Orion brings @thepeppermintqueen a packed lunch consisting of half a turkey sandwich, half a granola bar, and fruit. He also brings her a to-go cup of raspberry lemonade]

[switchorionchang]

[Prepared for breakfast and delivered at 7am @thepeppermintqueen ]

Brown sugar oatmeal with blueberries and bananas, choice of coffee and/or orange juice.

[247xstella-blog]

Orders.

⭐️ The stars aligned for @247sumin!

The worst thing about being paired up with a lazy coworker was when the crowd started to pick up and the line of customers never seemed to cease. She had to do practically everything. From ingredients preparation, giving out samples, attending to customer’s order, and handling the cashier too. It was days like these when Stella felt more like a slave rather than a kitchen assistant of Gosang Restaurant. 

Removing one of her gloves after serving the supposedly final customer in the line, she gave her colleague a call, and issued her a stern warning that if this lousy work attitude war going to be permanent throughout the entire festival, she would have no choice but to tattletale on her. “You have five minutes to get back here or else I’m telling our boss you’ve been idling with your boyfriend the entire time. I’m asking you nicely to come back and for the love of God, help me.” She ended the call with an exasperated sigh.

Turning around, Stella tossed her phone aside quickly. There was a new customer. Upon noticing who it was, her heart sank. “Oh God, help me,” she repeated under her breath. This was the last thing she needed on a stressful work day like this. Encountering the ex. There was no other way to escape despite the strong urge to flee. But fleeing would seem very cowardice of her, wouldn’t it?

Stella mustered the best smile she could offer, which appeared almost like an unamused grin. Maybe she could at least, pretend not to recognize her, even though at the back of her mind she was aware of how awful her acting skills were. “Uh... sorry to keep you waiting. But how can I help you?” She could barely make eye contact with the other, so instead, she allowed her gaze to drop, pretending to be busy with fitting the glove back on her (shaky) hand.

[toturnhisback]

❝ Hello there, Mr. Pink. You won't believe me when I say this but —— I'm the Doctor. Not the Doctor you know. And probably don't like. I just wanted to tell you that I hope that Clara is safe in your hands. You make her happy. And that makes me happier. I don't care wherever she goes, I only ask that you take great care of her and she's ultimately happy in the end. Ignore my future self, he's uh —— got a few trust issues at the moment. ❞

          [ really, pretty much all danny can do is stare. he's the doctor? how the hell does that even work? one morning he looks like a baby, the next he's got skin falling off his skeleton, he's so old. and they don't even look remotely the same. ]

          [ he tries to shake himself off, make himself focus on the heart of the situation, what's being said. the ex-soldier takes in a breath and scrambles for words in response. trust issues is an understatement, as far as danny's concerned. but when he looks at this doctor, it makes clara's face when he asked "are you in love with him" make that much more sense. because the answer is yes, whether she realized it or not, when the doctor had this face. ]

          [ danny doesn't need the doctor's approval. he's going to do his own thing whether the doctor's ego is okay with it or not. as long as clara wants him around, he'll be around. it's as simple as that. ]

                    Thank you, Doctor.

                    I do try.

[toturnhisback]

hey danny danny danny what's your favourite colour what's that i couldn't hear you because i lost my sense of smell bc yOU STINK