Andrew Jiang (andrewjiang) wrote in neogenesisrpg, @ 2009-01-09 19:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | jeff novak |
Who: Andrew Jiang and Jeff Novak.
What: Andrew's getting off work and heading home.
When: January 9. Around 6 p.m.
Location: Outside the Bakery Andrew works at.
Rating: PG-13 for swearing.
Status: Incomplete
Yanking his finger back from the steaming bowl, Andrew cursed. "Shit," he repeated sticking the soar finger into his mouth. Sure, it wasn't always considered a good thing to do that while cooking, but it had been really hot! He sighed and grabbed a cloth to pick up the dish. He was ready to go home, and had gotten careless. He moved with the dish of hot cream toward the counter, where his coworker would use it to fill some pastries. The other cook showed some concern after hearing his curse, but Andrew smiled and shook his head. "It's fine. So, is that it for me tonight?" After getting a short nod, Andrew turned and removed his apron, setting it on a peg in back and retrieving his jacket.
He made his way to the front of the store, and after stopping to help the delivery boy by getting the package he was supposed to deliver, Andrew headed for the door. He pulled his jacket tighter around him and pushed the door open to the cool afternoon air. He breathed in a bit of fresh air, something that could never be tasted in a bakery's kitchen. While he loved the smells that came from cooking, it was always nice to be able to just breath in air that didn't smell anything but fresh.
Sadly, an old car drove by that filled the air with exhaust fumes. Andrew coughed, having made the mistake of taking another deep breath, and shook his head. He brushed it off though. It was impossible to get away from things like that anyway. Andrew stuck his hands into his jacket pockets and looked around before turning to head home. He was ready to get something into his stomach.