Post by Sebastiano Rossi-Vargas on Nov 9, 2010 22:09:29 GMT -5
Sebastiano hummed quietly to himself as he prepared food for his customers, listening to the hum of idle chatter that had quickly become a sort of background music for him.
He had been sad to see the previous owner of the little food stand, Toris Laurinaitis, leave, but at the same time, he was ecstatic that he had been left with tending to the stand. For most of his life, he had absolutely adored cooking, and had been delighted to know that the little stand had been left to him. He loved his job, and always worked with a smile on his face, even if his customers happened to be rude to him.
And today was a normal day, really. The customers weren't very talkative, but that didn't put him off (okay, maybe it did, but he would deal with it). He liked cooking, and it was worth it to receive impatient or annoyed glares so that he could do what he loved.
...Though he couldn't resist the occasional subtle insult if a customer happened to be particularly rude, or even a curse here or there if he happened to be having a bad day. But generally he preferred to be docile.
"Here you are, sir." He said cheerfully, walking up to a large man and placing his food in front of him. Only slightly disappointed when the only reply he got was a half-hearted, rather irritated grunt, he floated off to start flirting shamelessly with one of his prettier female customers.
He had been sad to see the previous owner of the little food stand, Toris Laurinaitis, leave, but at the same time, he was ecstatic that he had been left with tending to the stand. For most of his life, he had absolutely adored cooking, and had been delighted to know that the little stand had been left to him. He loved his job, and always worked with a smile on his face, even if his customers happened to be rude to him.
And today was a normal day, really. The customers weren't very talkative, but that didn't put him off (okay, maybe it did, but he would deal with it). He liked cooking, and it was worth it to receive impatient or annoyed glares so that he could do what he loved.
...Though he couldn't resist the occasional subtle insult if a customer happened to be particularly rude, or even a curse here or there if he happened to be having a bad day. But generally he preferred to be docile.
"Here you are, sir." He said cheerfully, walking up to a large man and placing his food in front of him. Only slightly disappointed when the only reply he got was a half-hearted, rather irritated grunt, he floated off to start flirting shamelessly with one of his prettier female customers.