Look After the New Employee (Matthew W.)

[brobrobratan]

Nikita stood in front of the Italian restaurant, Il Lupo, he often passed when he was on his daily stroll of the Sectors. He often just passed by the restaurant, not wanting to get enticed by the smell of the food within. This time he didn't pass the restaurant. Today, he was going to go into the restaurant. But not to eat, of course. That would be a waste of money when he could just eat something made at home. No, he was here to ask for a job. The place seemed to be always busy whenever he passed by, people entering and leaving the store every few minutes. There is also that fact of having quit jobs to meet that man, he needed another job to fill that empty gap. Seeing how it was the Western Sector, he assumed the pay would be good here.

He stepped inside cautiously, looking around in mild amazement; the restaurants at the Southern Sector definitely was not as nicely furnished and decorative like this. But back to the matter at hand, he wondered how he was going to find the owner. He didn't even know how he looked like. Grabbing the arm of a waiter that passed by, he asked where he could find the owner of the restaurant. More like told the waiter to show him where the owner was, to be exact.

[Matthew Williams]

It was business as usual for Matthew. The same regulars would come in along with a plethora of new faces from all walks of life in the Western Sector. As such, Matthew did his best to look as professional as humanely possible. Smiling, offering drinks, taking orders; it had become nearly second nature to the blond.

Every now and then there was the occassional rude or completely irrational customer. But, those were few and far between at this particular location. To him, he thanked this to the staff and boss. As silly as Mr. Vargas could be, he could not think of a single soul that didn't enjoy the Italian's company. He was most certainly always nice to Matthew and the man just never came across as one to get angry all the time. Be damned that if he hadn't had those in the past.

Having just delivered the drinks to a table of three guests, he briefly asked if the seemingly business partners if they were ready to order. With a smile, the trio said that they were still deciding. Through that confirmation, Matthew smiled back and told them to take their time, excusing himself from their presence.

The Canadian made his way back to the kitchen; or, was trying too when a force grabbed his arm. The unexpected action making him jump ever-so-slightly. Silently, he was gratefully that he had already delivered the drinks beforehand. Still, the blond held that friendly voice (albeit sounding a bit startled,) as he spoke. "C-can I help you?" naturally, he then heard the question/order.

He hadn't seen this customer sitting around, what would he possibly have for a complaint to the boss? Still, customers had the right to talk to the manager if they wished. Matthew nodded, pointing with his free hand towards the door near the kitchen.

"Would you like me to get him for you?

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[brobrobratan]

He looked at where the waiter gestured to. Promptly ignoring the waiter's question, he simply headed for the door and knocked.