Elina (ilmatar) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2008-09-05 20:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | avery, emily |
La Fee Verte, Friday Afternoon, Emily
"Alright," Emily Brandon looked up from her papers sitting in the end of the long table, looking at her staff. "I think I'm mostly done. Anything you would like to bring up?"
Maitre d'hotel Scott Preston waved his hand to get her attention and leaned forward. Everyone turned to look at him. "There's the matter of next Tuesday when we have the twenty plus reservation. I took a look at the working shifts and I think I will need an extra pair of hands in the front of the house so I already suggested to Laura if she could come to work then."
"Which I can if I change the shift with Xandra," the blond waitress pointed out.
"And Taylor was worried about the preparations," Scott continued, now motioning at the sous-chef Andrew Taylor.
"Their special menu will need extra preps," the big man with a red face explained knowing that the chef would take the hint and come to work on her usual day off.
"Very good that you noticed that, Taylor," Emily commended as she flipped to the right page on her calendar. "Let me see now, it's Tuesday so..." she mumbled just as she saw the marking on the day.
Dance class with V
She stared at it for a while, and suddenly felt oddly nauseated.
"I uh," she began slowly. "I think I can at least come in the morning."
Thomas Avery looked over his reading glasses at Emily. "Ah, of course. You have the dance class with Mister Ferrari on Tuesdays."
Laura giggled and Avery gave a crooked smile before they noticed how pale their head chef had went.
"I... I'll let you know later," she managed.
Vincenzo. The dance class. What was she going to do about it? It was already Friday. He had not called, no matter how long she had been sitting beside her phone. Then again, she had not called either but had been mostly avoiding thinking about it. She had no idea what had happened and what was going on, and she had never been so confused and insecure about anything. It was suddenly strange facing a situation where she was completely clueless, and did not know what was right and what was wrong.
"Is everything alright?" Avery asked frowning, now seeing how uncomfortable Emily was.
She did not answer for a while. Then she slammed her calendar shut. "That's it for today. I'll let you know about Tuesday. Get to work, allez allez!"
Emily ignored Avery's concerned look as she gathered her things and half ran to the locker room to lock herself in the toilet to cry.