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The Cafe
#WritcoStoryChallenge
The setting was perfect. Candlelight, polished cutlery and a single rose set in a delicate vase at each table.I looked outside. It had started raining. The cafe opens in an hour. Now I have to be ready for the service. I quickly went to my locker to change in a all black dress with a slight hint of red at the hems. I tied my hair in a bun,applied some makeup. Mr. Heckle is little strict about our appearances.But my real problem is my never ever finished sleep. Mornings are the most busiest ones. Getting up at the first light to finish up the homework knowing that Mrs. Evert would just grace me with an F was scary enough. Believe me you can't even think about the aftermath in my home. The dining room would convert into some counseling chambers.
My only escape from home,school was the cafe. I loved these night shifts. Greeting people with smile,completing the tasks which were asked from me and which I failed to do everywhere else!! As here atleast I am given something in return. Yes!! The Franklins!!My favorite President now.
I started working in the cafe last summer for I wanted a beautiful dress which was constantly calling my name from the shiny window of La Bella shop at the Casino mall. I finally got it but then I couldn't stop working here as I became a favorite of Mr. Heckle.
I love my night shifts. It opens an entirely different world in my monotonous life. As soon as the people enter they all have to go through my eyes. These Hazel babies would scan them in just few seconds. Their attire, shoes and the jewelry. Ladies all decked up in their best.My personal favorites are the Pearls. They just lift you one class up. Ladies sipping wines,men guggling top shelves booze,smoking Cubans. Their ceiling bursting laughter . It actually creates some scene from an Al Pacino movie. If only our cafe could be raided by few good Irish men .Got the gist? Only hard movie liners can relate to it.
Now the kitchen was a whole different world in itself. It was a battling ground of Mr. Huber.Our head chef.A short,broad soul with a narrow mustache. He could give some competition to the Hitler himself. It seems that he was running a Nazi Soup Kitchen . Even Mr. Heckle could not heckled him. He rings the bell ,ready with the orders and I with my serving tray.No eyes contact...No sir ,in and out of his chambers ,atleast it was fresh and not the gaseous one.
Every night in the cafe brings a new day for me.My bleak life is filled with an array of colors each night. I love my cafe.
The setting was perfect. Candlelight, polished cutlery and a single rose set in a delicate vase at each table.I looked outside. It had started raining. The cafe opens in an hour. Now I have to be ready for the service. I quickly went to my locker to change in a all black dress with a slight hint of red at the hems. I tied my hair in a bun,applied some makeup. Mr. Heckle is little strict about our appearances.But my real problem is my never ever finished sleep. Mornings are the most busiest ones. Getting up at the first light to finish up the homework knowing that Mrs. Evert would just grace me with an F was scary enough. Believe me you can't even think about the aftermath in my home. The dining room would convert into some counseling chambers.
My only escape from home,school was the cafe. I loved these night shifts. Greeting people with smile,completing the tasks which were asked from me and which I failed to do everywhere else!! As here atleast I am given something in return. Yes!! The Franklins!!My favorite President now.
I started working in the cafe last summer for I wanted a beautiful dress which was constantly calling my name from the shiny window of La Bella shop at the Casino mall. I finally got it but then I couldn't stop working here as I became a favorite of Mr. Heckle.
I love my night shifts. It opens an entirely different world in my monotonous life. As soon as the people enter they all have to go through my eyes. These Hazel babies would scan them in just few seconds. Their attire, shoes and the jewelry. Ladies all decked up in their best.My personal favorites are the Pearls. They just lift you one class up. Ladies sipping wines,men guggling top shelves booze,smoking Cubans. Their ceiling bursting laughter . It actually creates some scene from an Al Pacino movie. If only our cafe could be raided by few good Irish men .Got the gist? Only hard movie liners can relate to it.
Now the kitchen was a whole different world in itself. It was a battling ground of Mr. Huber.Our head chef.A short,broad soul with a narrow mustache. He could give some competition to the Hitler himself. It seems that he was running a Nazi Soup Kitchen . Even Mr. Heckle could not heckled him. He rings the bell ,ready with the orders and I with my serving tray.No eyes contact...No sir ,in and out of his chambers ,atleast it was fresh and not the gaseous one.
Every night in the cafe brings a new day for me.My bleak life is filled with an array of colors each night. I love my cafe.
