You're as mature as a five year old.
WHO: Chai and Emiliana
WHEN: January 13th, late Thursday afternoon
WHERE: Dos Llamas
WHAT: Chai proves to be quite the mature young man. Okay, not so much mature as immature, but details details~!
The one good thing about no longer working as a Teacher's Assistant meant she had more time to focus on her original waitressing job at Dos Llamas.
The one bad thing about no longer working as a Teacher's Assistant-?
She had more time to focus on her original waitressing job at Dos Llamas.
With the sudden change in her class and tutoring schedule, Emiliana found herself working an extra hour or two more than she had last semester. Granted, it meant more money for her to save up, but it also meant that she'd have to deal with more annoying restaurant goers for a longer amount of time. But at least most of them tipped her decently enough. Whether it was because she made sure to smile and keep her murderous glares in check or if because a male patron caught the slight sway of her hips as a rather catchy song played from the speakers, she didn't know, nor did she care.
But right now, she was rather distracted. Her current thought process had become rather repetitive, even slightly monotonous, as it switched back and forth between Ale, John Paul, her boyfriend, her brother, Ivan, Alfred, home, and the Master's she was currently working on. It was all just a sign of another headache, really.
It was time for a ten minute break, as the number of people inside and eating was rather small and it didn't seem as though anyone needed anything at the moment. Which was fine by her, really.
Heaving a high, Emi slumped further in her seat, hidden away from all but one random stranger that was currently stuffing his face across from her.
Now fully distracted with her thoughts once more, Emi made to bring her elbow down to rest on the table, only to miscalculate the entire thing. With a painfully loud slam, her elbow connected roughly with the wooden table.
"Fuck!" She hissed, her right hand coming up to rub soothingly against the hurt. "Fucking son of a bitch that fucking hurt. Shit!"
WHEN: January 13th, late Thursday afternoon
WHERE: Dos Llamas
WHAT: Chai proves to be quite the mature young man. Okay, not so much mature as immature, but details details~!
The one good thing about no longer working as a Teacher's Assistant meant she had more time to focus on her original waitressing job at Dos Llamas.
The one bad thing about no longer working as a Teacher's Assistant-?
She had more time to focus on her original waitressing job at Dos Llamas.
With the sudden change in her class and tutoring schedule, Emiliana found herself working an extra hour or two more than she had last semester. Granted, it meant more money for her to save up, but it also meant that she'd have to deal with more annoying restaurant goers for a longer amount of time. But at least most of them tipped her decently enough. Whether it was because she made sure to smile and keep her murderous glares in check or if because a male patron caught the slight sway of her hips as a rather catchy song played from the speakers, she didn't know, nor did she care.
But right now, she was rather distracted. Her current thought process had become rather repetitive, even slightly monotonous, as it switched back and forth between Ale, John Paul, her boyfriend, her brother, Ivan, Alfred, home, and the Master's she was currently working on. It was all just a sign of another headache, really.
It was time for a ten minute break, as the number of people inside and eating was rather small and it didn't seem as though anyone needed anything at the moment. Which was fine by her, really.
Heaving a high, Emi slumped further in her seat, hidden away from all but one random stranger that was currently stuffing his face across from her.
Now fully distracted with her thoughts once more, Emi made to bring her elbow down to rest on the table, only to miscalculate the entire thing. With a painfully loud slam, her elbow connected roughly with the wooden table.
"Fuck!" She hissed, her right hand coming up to rub soothingly against the hurt. "Fucking son of a bitch that fucking hurt. Shit!"