by Mayiamaru » Sun Jul 10, 2011 1:18 pm
(I will tell you now that this RP is only going to die if you stop posting or I quit CS XD I'll see if I can get a few RPers for you.)
Mayia took her tray and trotted out, three cups on the tray and a sandwich as she looked for the people who order it. She glanced over to the notepad on the tray and looked for table four... But it didn't help that there were no numbers on the tables... With a sigh, Mayia trotted past the table, avoiding eye contact. She finally came to the familiar table and smiled a little as she set the tray on the table. "Here are your drinks and your sandwich, s-" "Hey, Miss. Could you get me my soup? I order it last time, so where is it?" One of the men at the table interuptted, grinning slightly with his elbow on the table and his chin propped up against his hand. Mayia flinched a little, looking down at the pad. "But... I didn't hear you say you wanted soup..." She said a little anxiously, frowning down at the notepad. "Hmmm... then maybe you could make up for it?" He inquired, still smiling, but Mayia immediately stepped back and ran towards the kitchen. "I-I'll get your soup!" She called, off to get the soup. She didn't care which, so long as that was going to be the last time she was going to talk to anyone who dared to be vulgar like that. She sighed a bit before running out again with the soup, being careful and dropping it off before they could talk to her. She was just about to go back to the kitchen before she noticed that Elliot didn't look very healthy. She decided that maybe a little tea would be able to help him out, so she went to the kitchen and took some of the fresh tea from the counter out to Elliot. She didn't hand it to him, and instead placed it on the piano with note. -Hope you feel better.- Mayia didn't think to sign it or anything. She didn't need the recognition, so she just headed back to the kitchen for a little while, hoping that she could rest for a moment.
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Skye strode into the cafe, looking around quietly. He was told that he could get a good meal here for good prices, so he decided to try it out. The kids really needed the food, and Skye couldn't be around to cook all the time. They were growing up rather quickly, all being so responsible at a young age. He really needed to pull together for those kids, so he looked around for a waitor or waitress. Even a counter of some kind.