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 Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 12:27 pm
It was a day as any other at Maize Maizier. A day that started at 10 am that led into the preparation for the lunch crowd, then the slow trickle of regulars who came in early to avoid the bigger crowds that came at peak hours.
"Howl, have you got table 3?"
As his coworker passed, the lad nodded with an accompanying reply of "Yes, I have got it!"
His cheeks were quite flushed today, and in all honesty he was glad he was serving in the morning rather than the evening. The crowds were a bit wider spread in the evenings than the daytime, so the traditional clothing he wore for that day's theme was a bit more tolerable.
However, it did not make it any less embarrassing.
Walking to the proper table where a young lady sat, the teal haired lad stopped, the skirt of his traditional kilt swishing slightly. That vague extra breeze against his thighs was not a sensation he was going to get adjusted to over the course of the day.
"Good day, my name is Howl and I will be your server today." He glanced to the young lady and even upon casual glance, he found recognition in her face. With a polite smile, he inquired "Miss McMahon, if I am remembering correctly?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2015 5:09 am
This city - here was no reason to come, no reason to stay, yet she had and she did. A movie, and a book signing later, and she was here again. Well....where else would she go? For now she could at least pretend to live a normal life, right? After all....everyone had to eat.
And being an inept cook meant going out to eat a lot. So she came here, not expecting to see someone she'd not seen for....a long time.
She looked up hearing the vaguely familiar voice, and after a second or two recognition dawned on her. She smiled, though it never quite reached her eyes.
"Howl, hello," she refolded the menu and sat her hands in her lap. "It's been a while - how are you doing?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2015 7:24 pm
The lad smiled as the girl mentioned his name. She spoke as if she was familiar with his name, a sign she remembered him like he had remembered her. It was always pleasant to know he left some sort of impression upon the young lady sitting before him.
"Aside from the draft, I would like to think I am doing well, Miss McMahon." He let out a polite laugh before he inquired "I am intrigued to see you here in all honesty. Are you a fan of traditional Scottish food? We have other food on the menu if you are not, but usually we get the most draw from the theme days here."
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