The seed Roxie
I had once met a man, or rather a boy I should say. It was like any other day : I was studying bartending because it was a dream to open a bar of my own someday, we were both working at this old looking restaurant, it wasn't a fancy place but I can't seem to remember it name, during my break I went into the kitchen to ask the chef to make me something to eat, my tone wasn't the best but you can't blame me, I was hungry after my 8 hour shift and still had 4 hours to go. I was already struggling at home, trying to balance between my internship as well as my job while also dealing with backlash from my parents about living on my own at 17. When I stepped into the kitchen I walked over to him like I would have to any other cook and I asked him if he could whip something up because I was starving. "How can you be tired, all you do is stand behind the bar and make drinks,, he asked me with this unreadable expression on his face, I swear this guy was mocking me. "And all you do is plate food all day, you don't do any of the making despite being a chef,, I shot back without even thinking about it. He stared at me for a long while before letting out this real, unfiltered laugh. "Nice to meet you too Roxie,, he said while looking at my name tag. "My names Beck.,, he said flashing me a smile. "Nice to meet you too Beck, so can you whip something up?,, I asked in a much nicer tone, but he just stared as me squinting, "Please? I'll make you a drink if you want. ,, He kept looking at me before agreeing, while he was making me food I went and made him a drink, around 15 minutes later him and I swapped consumables. I went back to work after eating and didn't see him for the rest of the day.
