Working, working, erry (rest) day I'm working

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Characters: Dahlia, Gino??, other employees and customers
Format: Whatever
This log is: open
Location: A pizza place in town
Summary: This is an open mingling/hanging out post. Want to come eat pizza, talk to the employees, dine and dash? This is the post for you.

Dahlia didn't like this job. She had to be on her feet all day, and the skirt that came with the waitress's uniform was shorter than her school uniform's. At first, the free pizza during her lunch break was nice; but now, after five weeks of working in this place, just the smell was enough to make her gag.

But she kept a smile on her face as she worked. That afternoon, she approached a table of customers, put on her widest grin, and said, "What can I get for you?"

Comments

[trollofthree]

"Whoops, sorry--" she'd managed to step out in front of Gino as he wove his way between tables from the service hatch to table three. He'd swerved in time, and his free, non-pizza juggling hand had gone down to steady her shoulder, at least.

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"Eek!" Dahlia stumbled when she noticed Gino, but just managed to steady herself -- until he planted his hand on her shoulder, causing her to jerk her arm and spill the platter of drinks she was carrying.

[trollofthree]

Aaand there was no way he was going to be any help with that, so whilst most of the glasses just toppled or spilled their contents over the tray, one or two enterprising ones made the daring leap to the floor.

Gino surveyed the destruction, hand still on her shoulder, with perhaps a little too much amusement to be professional.

"Wow."

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Dahlia slumped and sighed. Now she was going to get lectured by the manager again, and she was really sick of hearing that blowhard's stupid whiny voice.

And she had soda on her shirt.

"I'm so sorry, Mr Gino!"

[trollofthree]

"Hey, no worries--" Whoa, was she about to cry? He blinked down at her, and let go just to pat her lightly again. And then let go AGAIN to snag her ruined tray. "Seriously, my bad. You go get another one! I'll clean up here."

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The tears didn't quite fall, but she did sniffle and wipe her eyes with her hand. "I-- I-- Th-thank you so much. I'm ever so grateful."

She turned to run and hide in embarrassment, and take an extra break.

A SHORT WHILE LATER.......

[trollofthree]

"Yo," it was Gino's turn for a breather, so he'd wandered to the break room with two plastic cups of some kind of lemon soda. "It's Dahlia, right? You in here?"

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Dahlia was there, having changed into a spare shirt, and was sitting at a table perusing the network on her PDA. Did any of the new people have anything interesting to say? No, it didn't look like they did.

"Ah... Yes, Mr. Gino. I'm so sorry for that embarrassing display before."

[trollofthree]

"Why's that?" He set one of the cups down on the table, and folded himself into the chair opposite her. "You do it on purpose, or something? And, hey, it's just Gino."

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"Well, no-- but I did make extra work for you, so I'm sorry for that."

Just Gino? She'd have to stumble over that and correct herself a few times.

[trollofthree]

That was assuming he saw this job as anything more than something weird and new to do to occupy an otherwise pretty boring day, with a slight bonus in the form of the paltry pay.

Seeing as how he didn't, he laughed. Predictably. "Apology accepted!"

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She smiled in a semblance of relief. "Thank you. I'll do my best to be less of a bother from now on."

Until that pony arrived later that day.