La Fee Verte, Monday evening; Gilly, Emily, Thomas
Thomas Avery pushed the door of the kitchen open with force and strode in, biting his teeth together.
"Have you seen that girl?" he turned and pointed back towards the dining hall. "That tactless untrained stupid 14-year old girl who thinks she's a real waiter for being hired here by our idiotic managers?"
The kitchen staff stared at him, but most of them shrugged as they continued their work. They felt suspicious of the new waiter as well, and it was easy to say that she had not received a very friendly welcome to her new working place.
Emily, in her sparkling white chef's jacket, did not even look at Thomas before she had finished decorating the set of three desserts that looked like modern art sculptures.
"She is 17, and I understand she has some previous experience," she replied midly, but not smiling. "Did she mess up?"
"Yes. She brought the starter soups of table 17 to table 8 when they should have gotten the salads," Avery explained grinding his teeth together. He opened the buttons of his dark suit jacket and paced up and forth in the kitchen. "We can't afford to have anyone like her around! She's a disgrace!"
Emily shook her head and snorted at such a mistake - but out of the corner of her eye she saw the girl in question approach to pick up the desserts.
"Gilly?" Emily called over the counter. "Let Scott take those desserts. Come over here for a while, will you?"
She made it sound more like an order than a request.