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Do A Little Turn On The Catwalk (Asher)
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Dec 5, 2016 7:46:07 GMT
The idea was approved of, at the very least! It sure beat a "do it again" and a wasted cake, after all. Once he got to know the clientele better he'd probably have better luck picking more personalized designs, but until then following Asher's lead had been a very productive strategy for him so far.
Asher had a good point with the rule of no touching. It was one he was seriously thankful for. But the idea of anyone staring, no, leering at his brother left a revolting pit in his stomach. Was it kind of selfish? Maybe. Okay, very selfish. But then again, it was clear Elliot had a problem with being perved on when he knew it was going on. He just often didn't realize it was going on. Without Isaac there to defend him, what was he supposed to do? Just let people do that, ogle while Elliot was naive to their intentions? And what if someone did violate the rules and strike while Elliot was vulnerable? He had a bad leg and he was super tiny. It wouldn't end well.
He still remembered the day Elliot fell on his growth plate, forever ruining his leg. He remembered the warning that he was to never let anything bad happen to Elliot again. And it was a very cold, very direct, and sometimes very painful warning. The man he refused to call father was an entire ocean away at this point, yet somewhere in Isaac's heart he still feared the repercussions.
He couldn't keep talking about this. He wouldn't. God, how would he ever even explain it? Instead he focused very, very hard on the cakes being put into their trays. Those were nice. And safe. Far more preferable to consider then the alternative. He heard Asher grumble something, but he let it pass for now. Maybe both of them needed a break from this line of conversation.
Thankfully, Asher was the first to bring up a topic change. He reached into his pocket and gave Isaac a photo, the boy giving it a confused look. "I don't understand," he said, looking at the photo. "What does a picture of Piper have to do with any of thi-"
He looked up at Asher, recognition hitting him. "Oh. Oooooh," he said, as realization started to dawn. And then he found himself laughing a little, just from the sheer coincidence of it all. It was a laugh he desperately needed, finally helping him push out the conversation previously wearing on his mind. "Jeez, and I thought he pulled it off convincingly!" Isaac managed between laughs. "How do you two even do that? Okay, yeah, I've definitely gotta show him this one.
. . . Oh. We should probably get these cakes moved out, shouldn't we?"
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Post by Asher on Dec 5, 2016 8:02:13 GMT
Smile grew further at Isaac's laughter. That was so much better. "Looks good, huh?" Tongue stuck out, thinking about the outfit. That was so much fun! And, it seemed that there was no embarrassment for the teen in wearing a cute dress. Maybe that was the difference between regular people and actors. Hm.
Eyes shifted to the cake, with a shrug. "Probably. Sometimes, it's nice to take a few second breather when you have a chance, though. Not that it really matters today," he added, before grabbing one tray that held two of the cake slices, and nodding his head toward the other one for Isaac to take. In a less slow fashion this time, Asher flitted to the door of the kitchen, slipping out only once he was sure that his trainee was behind him, and working his way to the table.
"I hope you don't mind our intrusion, Princesses. Your order is ready," he chimed, balancing the tray in his right hand, while using his left to delicately pull each of the plates off of the tray and placing them in front of their respective owner. With a small spin, he motioned for Isaac to give the final girl her plate. That should be simple enough, right? "Would you like anything before we leave you to your dessert?" The girls looked between themselves, before shaking their heads, and Asher bowed again. "Thank you, Princesses. If you need us for anything, don't hesitate!" And, with that, the redhead turned to go and stand by the kitchen doors.
Once there, he took one last look at the table, before slipping back into the kitchen, and returning to the coffee station. It seemed he was intent on making himself a drink. "Do you drink coffee? If you want, I'll pour you some. Or make tea. We're allowed a couple of free drinks to get us through the shift, so long as they're not too fancy, and we don't spend all shift with drinks rather than customers." With another short pause, he seemed to be thinking. "Anything you want to talk about while we wait? It's best to leave customers alone while they eat, unless they request otherwise. It's kind of weird staring at people while they eat." Because Asher had room to talk about what's weird!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Dec 5, 2016 8:22:17 GMT
"Eh, not bad," he joked, waving his hand in a 'meh' fashion. His tone was a lot lighter and less tense now. It turned out he was a lot more comfortable when there wasn't a lot of unwarranted touching going on. Heck, if Asher was willing to be more like this, Isaac could see the two of them getting a long pretty decently. Like, not the best of friends, but certainly better than Isaac's previous reaction of preemptively groaning at the mere sound of his name.
He picked up the smaller of the two platters, gently balancing it on his hand. This wasn't a liquid, so it was a lot easier to move than the coffees, but he was still finding fine movement in these tight pants to be a little bit aggravating. Nevertheless, if he wasn't moving too fast he wasn't risking disrupting the platter, so the rigidity of these tight pants was probably a blessing in disguise. "I swear, its a wonder you can move so well in these," Isaac quietly said as they geared up to leave the kitchen. Just to be on the safe side, he vowed to keep his Butler Voice and Butler Face on whenever he was actually in the serving area. No sense in risking a slip-up, especially when character was key at an establishment like this.
He placed his slice of cake before the last girl and bowed, hoping the designs he made would prove a hit. They weren't anything too fancy, after all, but her thought they were cute. Once that was done, he thanked them as well and followed Asher. He might have been little more than the older teen's accessory today, but he wasn't a half bad accessory.
Now they had some down time! This seemed to be the day's recurring motif, really. Why did they always have so much down time? However, while it was a little odd, it wasn't entirely unwelcome. He knew there would be hectic days ahead, but if a good portion of the days were this relaxing he'd be loving this job. "Thanks, but no thanks. I'm good for now," Isaac said at the mention of coffee. A little shot of it this morning had been more than enough for him. Too much in the span of a single hour would've been a disaster waiting to happen. That meant it was time for some rest, relaxation, and conversation.
"I dunno. I'm up for talking about anything," he said, shrugging. He wasn't the best at picking topics, and he figured at the very least Asher would have plenty of those to go around.
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Post by Asher on Dec 5, 2016 8:33:14 GMT
With coffee in hand, the manager occasionally tapped the side of the mug, watching the ripples form in the liquid. Somehow, it was calming. Or, he was just tired. "I'm not good at starting conversations," he finally pointed out, bluntly, before putting the cup to his lips.
Yellow eyes stared at Isaac, unblinking, as he took a sip of the incredibly hot liquid. There was no waiting for it to cool, or even trying to blow on it. Nope, just straight to drinking incredibly warm beverages. After he lowered the drink, he shrugged, "it's probably really boring. I'm an actor, but I can't even think of basic conversation pieces," the redhead admitted. "And I only got nine hours of sleep last night. I think I needed more," this caused a small laugh to escape from his throat, trying to lighten the mood. "I swear, if I don't sleep for like twelve hours, I can barely function!" This was followed up with another scalding sip of coffee. He wasn't even using sugar or creamer and, wait. Was that actually coffee, or was that just a cup full of espresso? That could not be healthy!
"The owner says I'm an excessive sleeper, but I think it's just fine! What do you think? Am I just crazy?" Maybe this was a bad topic, but, hey, he warned the kid! It was better not to let Asher start topics! Especially when he was still trying to be careful on his wording! "Or, are you like Piper, and need exactly eight hours of sleep every night?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Dec 5, 2016 8:46:08 GMT
For a guy not great at starting conversations, Asher sure knew how to pick one up and run with one like crazy. Sure, it was an inane ramble about sleep, but at least it was something more interesting than dead silence. Although Isaac had a feeling his comment on being an actor but not knowing how to start a basic conversation was a lot more "and" than "but." Being a somewhat famous child star really did come with some big risks, didn't it? He made a promise that if he did somehow make it big, he wouldn't let himself become like Those Parents who immediately thrust their kids into doing the same exact thing.
Isaac's eyes widened in shock as he gradually listened to Asher. It wasn't because of anything he was saying, of course. It was because he was slamming down what looked like an entire cup of espresso, without even waiting for it to calm down. Man, just a shot of that thing left Isaac's head ringing! How the heck did this guy function? Somehow, it raised just as many questions as it explained, leaving Isaac all the more confused in the end. But then again, wasn't that basically Asher in a nutshell?
He'd bring up that it wasn't exactly the most healthy schedule, but hey, who was he to talk? Ever since going into the Digital World for increasingly late periods, Isaac found himself needing within the double digit hours of sleep too. Sure, it was closer to 10 than 12, but it still left him kind of lumplike. Then again, with how the Digital World's strange timeflow adjusted his time spent awake, needing only 10 was kind of impressive on his part. Well, either that, or it was just a convenient excuse for why he needed to keep on passing out.
"Nah. Your schedule's your schedule. As long as you're not sleeping past anything important you should be good, right?" Isaac said, consolidating down his thoughts. "I'm more of a 9 to 10 guy myself, really. And Elliot? Jeez, lightest sleeper ever. There's been days when the wind's been loud enough to wake him up. As he remarked on their respective sleep schedules, he couldn't help but notice Asher's comment about Piper. He had to have been kidding, right? Needing exactly 8 hours? Then again, she also skipped softball practice to make up an ultra-critical one point on a single test. "Jeez, she's more of a perfectionist than my bro is," Isaac remarked. At least Elliot only demanded close to perfection and not absolutes!
"She ever pop in here, by the way? Or does she usually leave you to your own devices?" he asked. Siblings could be a wonderful gateway to new conversation topics sometimes.
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Post by Asher on Dec 5, 2016 8:59:54 GMT
At least someone wasn't chastising his sleep schedule. But, did Isaac have a kind of crazy stare at him? "Is everything alright? I didn't do something wrong, right?" It seemed that Asher was going to have to ask that every time he got a weird look from the trainee now. How was he supposed to be comfortable at work, when he wasn't even comfortable in his own skin? Around subordinates, no less!
"Piper's definitely a perfectionist. I think some of her teachers just give her 100% on tests to keep her from retaking it for that one percent that she gets off, otherwise." After all, determination seemed to run in the family! Taking another drink of his espresso, he scrunched his face a little. Oh, that sip was really bitter! "Yeah. She studies here sometimes, so she can walk home with me after my shift." Swishing the liquid in his mug, the boy's smile seemed to soften. "I like it, to be honest. It's her way of showing she cares. She doesn't always hit me, like she does in public." Eyes lifted from the mug to look at Isaac, "when we were kids, she was so proud of everything I did. I remembered visiting her on her birthday once, and it turned out she told all of her friends about me." How many years had that been now? "It was so weird, meeting all of these people that acted like they knew me better than my m-" And, then there was a pause, as the mug instantly went to his mouth, and he slammed the entire remainder of the drink. Looking back to the machine, he cringed slightly, "I might have to buy some of these shots by the end of my shift. Do you think it's bad for my health if I drink more?"
Setting the mug on the ground, the redhead removed his glasses to place alongside the empty container, while he shook his head. Then, of course, there was the fixing his hair stage, and looking to Isaac without his glasses on. Ugh. He hated that he needed those lenses to see! Stupid glasses. But, Isaac was close enough that it didn't seem to be too much of a strain. "Why are you asking about Piper, anyway? You don't think she's cute, do you?" Of course, Asher was well aware that Isaac had a girlfriend! He had better be a faithful kid, because there was no way he was touching his sister!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Dec 5, 2016 9:14:25 GMT
Isaac shook his head. It seemed Asher had switched from being physically ill to seeking affirmation now. That was . . . progress? Okay, no, it kind of felt weird. But it was better than either ignoring Isaac's boundaries or ignoring Isaac as a person. "Don't worry, you're fine. I was just checking to see if the coffee was too hot or anything," he answered. Okay, kind of a lame excuse, but the fact that the steam was still rising made it quite a pertinent one as well.
Piper's slow transformation from acquaintance to some sort of nightmarish, education-driven Terminator never ceased to confuse Isaac. Teachers seriously buckled just because they knew she'd hound them over increasingly minute amounts of points? For a while Isaac thought Elliot was a force of nature when he was upset or distressed. It seemed the role of most dedicated younger sibling was very quickly being lost. However, before Isaac had a chance to snicker about that, Asher started talking a little bit more about their relationship. It was a sign of Asher Isaac hadn't even seen coming, really. He seemed overall softer than his usual bombastic personality, or that strange unsettling silence he displayed earlier that morning. For a while, Isaac wondered just how many layers he was peeling under when bearing witness to these little moments.
It made him wonder how his life would be different if he lived so far away from Elliot. For Asher it seemed to strengthen their relationship. What would it have done in his case? Unlike Asher he didn't have a ton of accomplishments to be proud of, or some big, fancy career for Elliot to brag to all his friends about. And so much of their closeness came from the fact that they were always, well, there. It was Elliot and Isaac, forever. Elliot and Isaac at school. Elliot and Isaac in the Digital World. Elliot and Isaac, for better or for worse. If they were so separated, would they even be as tight-knit as they were now? Or would Isaac have been taking on so much more of his life's challenges on his own? It was an interesting thing to consider.
And then Asher stopped. And then Asher drank like a fish. If Isaac was concerned about the caffeine content before, now he had to physically stop himself from doing a double take. How could he do that? How could anyone do that? And what the heck was that last word he was about to say? Manager? He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but then Asher cut him off by asking him about the espresso shots. "Considering you just drank what might as well have been, like, ten of them? I'd be careful," Isaac warned. Asher and hyperactivity did not sound like a very fun combo.
It didn't take too long after the caffeine for the act to return. After all, some of the first words out of Asher's mouth were if Isaac thought his sister was cute. In response, he shrugged. "She's not bad looking. But I'm spoken for, so don't get any funny ideas," he said. "I just figured I'd ask about her since, well," His voice trailed off as he thought back to the softer side of Asher he just witnessed.
"She seems like someone you feel comfortable talking about."
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Post by Asher on Dec 5, 2016 9:26:34 GMT
There was a small groan as the teen shifted back and forth between the coffee maker and Isaac. "But, I really want more. Where did it all go?" There was a pout, while Asher stared at the empty mug. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he could only find relief in the fact that no questions had been asked about any of his story. After all, it was a little off, and he had only realized near the end that it was a topic he didn't intend on discussing. Thank goodness for someone that wasn't nearly as sharp as his sister.
Finally, he reached over to put glasses back on his face. With a couple of blinks, the world looked a bit more accurate. "Just as long as I don't find you trying to spend personal time with my sister, funny ideas won't happen," he affirmed, with a slight glare. No grumpy teen was going to date Piper, darn it!
But, the explanation had thrown Asher off. "Is that so?" Huh. Well, he hadn't thought about that. Though, Isaac didn't know enough about Asher to have some sort of topic to discuss. Naturally, it would move to siblings. But, there was a moment of thought to it. "Maybe, that's because she's the only person I'm comfortable with," he pointed out, as he pushed himself away from the counter.
Moving toward the kitchen door, the manager shifted his weight rapidly between both feet. Oh, maybe a mug full of espresso was a bad idea. Darn it. His heart was already starting to race! "We should probably check on our guests. Do you think you're comfortable, if I have you greet the next guest that comes through the door?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Dec 5, 2016 18:21:54 GMT
"Probably down your throat," Isaac said matter-of-factly. He drank that thing way too fast, honestly. Isaac was honestly amazed that he didn't end up choking on it in the process, or burning the lining of his throat, or dying of an awful stomachache. Then again, perhaps those symptoms would come later. He almost wished he'd tried to stop Asher, because if he was crazy enough as-is he'd probably end up tearing the place up when hopped up on coffee. As is, he'd just have to step into the role of damage control.
The slight glare surprised Isaac. Did Asher seriously still think he had plans for that kind of thing, when he was juggling this job just for Maia's sake? Besides, she seemed nice enough, but also way too much of a perfectionist for his tastes. It seriously would not have been an issue, and yet somehow he still earned the suspicious big brother glare. "Right back at you," he found himself responding. The fact that Asher was much older than Elliot gave Isaac hope that it wouldn't have been a problem, especially since Elliot seemed more comfortable writing to him. But if it did ever end up crossing any boundaries . . .
Not that it likely would. After all, Asher just freely brought up that Piper was the only person he was actually comfortable with. The bluntness of the statement slammed into Isaac like a freight train. Did he seriously just answer with something that personal? Nevertheless, it was a statement that range quite true, especially before he came to the Digital World. He was always a little bit closed-off and hesitant, and that often meant it came down to him and Elliot against the world. "I know how you feel. It gets easier, okay?" he offered, his voice equal parts awkward and reassuring. "Sometimes you just need a big change to happen. That makes all the difference." Like going to the Digital World! Wait, no, couldn't talk about that. Like moving to Japan!
Or, in this case, like changing who was on guest duty. Isaac thought for a second before smiling reassuringly, giving a solid nod. "It'd be my pleasure," he said.
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Post by Asher on Dec 5, 2016 19:24:17 GMT
Asher was great at being blunt about things, it seemed. Especially as he felt the need to clarify, "your brother is way too young for me to even consider that!" The manager wasn't actually interested in Elliot in any way other than maybe-friends! And that was even a maybe!
While Isaac seemed to be trying to comfort or inspire the redhead, he clearly wasn't having any of it. "What gets easier? I'm good with what I have," he pointed out, rapidly. "I really don't understand what you're getting at." Maybe that was why he had such a hard time thinking of what to get Piper for Christmas. To him, he already had everything he needed, and didn't really care to have much else. It was an abstract concept to consider what someone else would want. Holidays were too difficult! "And, I've had enough big changes in my life, thank you. I don't need more!" Or, maybe, he was just being stubborn.
Either way, with the trainee's confidence in place, he slipped out of the kitchen. Eyes shifted toward the girls, still at their table, chatting away with one another. Slipping over to the group, he hummed an, "I'm sorry to bother, Princesses. Is everything to your liking?" This received pleased nods from the trio. "Is there anything that you wish for, while I'm present?" The wording made at least one of the girls snicker, but it seemed they were alright for the time being. "Alright. Feel free to let me know if you need anything, Princesses," he chimed, before guiding Isaac over to the door.
Now that they were waiting again, he murmured a, "don't forget your lines," as the only advice he could give. And, in perfect timing! A customer was just about to walk through the doors!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Dec 5, 2016 19:40:55 GMT
That was a relief to Isaac. I mean, he didn't seriously think Asher would have actually considered it, but that joke from school was just a little too uncomfortable for his tastes. Having the issue finally put to bed was a nice bit of weight off of Isaac's shoulders. Now he could go back to balancing all of that other weight he forced himself to carry. Sometimes, Isaac could be a bit of an overachiever too.
His words of comfort seemed taken the wrong way, with Asher going into another phase of fast-talking insistence. From what Isaac had observed, that was basically the detonation of a verbal landmine. He didn't even mean to set it off this time. Why was he so bad at this? Although to be fair to Isaac, that was probably due to the incomprehensible nature of Asher. At this point, Isaac almost wondered if the safest option to take when talking to him was to never acknowledge a thing he said. It wasn't easy when he kept pointing out what seemed like fears or worries so bluntly.
"Okay. You're right. I'm sorry," he said, tone equal parts apologetic and bewildered. Briefly, he wondered how he would have felt if someone pointed out his loneliness pre-Digital World. Would he have denied it too? Ignored it? Or would have he acknowledged it and then told someone to buzz off? As much as he liked helping other people, he seemed awfully reluctant to split the burden on his own right. Maybe Asher was the same way, just a lot more flowery about it. Honestly, Isaac was completely unsure.
But no time to be unsure. The customers, damnit! One started coming through the door just in time, Isaac making sure to stand at the most appropriate conversational range possible. Close enough to seem approachable and expectant of their arrival, but not so close that he'd be literally right in their face. As the door opened he bowed, taking the chance to evaluate the gender of the incoming customer. When the literal third word out of your mouth was a gendered title, getting this thing right was really important! As he rose he straightened his posture casually, hands clasped and head tilted slightly. He fought his urge to be nervous about the situation, instead putting everything into a radiant smile.
"Welcome home, princess~! How may I serve you today? Would you like a class of water?" It was exactly as they had practiced, to the point where Isaac was shocked at how singsong his own voice was.
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Post by Asher on Dec 6, 2016 5:07:27 GMT
The teen had to admit, he had no clue what Isaac was apologizing for. Had the kid said something offensive? Only shooting a confused glance at the boy, it seemed that Asher had no intent on furthering the conversation. It wasn't even that Asher was getting offended! Everything legitimately just seemed to go in one ear and out the other, and he had no clue what he was blurting when he opened his own mouth!
For several moments, Asher seemed off in his own world, debating on how the conversation had led to an apology. So much so that he didn't realize the client that had just walked in. Finally returning to Earth, eyes fell onto the person that Isaac was greeting, and a small squeak emitted from his throat. The young woman standing in the door simply looked to Isaac, before Asher was quick to step up, delicately placing hands on the trainee's shoulders. "A-ah. Princess. We're so excited to see you again! Kyoko is working today, would you like to be seated in her section, per your last visit's request?" Fingers tensed on Isaac's shoulders, while the redhead had to constantly remind himself not to squeeze too tightly. He didn't want to hurt his new employee, after all!
So much for letting Isaac take this guest on his own.
Nonchalantly, the young woman shook her head, looking to the boy under Asher's grip. "No. I'd like to request this one. He was eager to greet me, unlike some," instantly, she shot a glare to Asher, maintaining eye contact with him until he looked down. Remember, be a butler. Butlers are subordinate. Do not have a stare-down with the customers. It's not polite.
"Hah, right," the manager smiled, looking down at his trainee. "I do hope it's alright with you, but I'm his partner for the day, so I'll be shadowing him." This only warranted an irritated sound from the woman, as Asher released his hold on Isaac. "Just one, as usual? Isaac, will you show our guest to her table?"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Dec 6, 2016 5:31:34 GMT
What the heck? Isaac had this! Asher specifically asked him to, and now he was suddenly swooping in to try and change the rules? Sure, expecting the unexpected was important part of the job, but did Asher have to try and pull the rug out from under him literally seconds after he started? However, as Asher's hands settled on Isaac's shoulders, Isaac could feel a tension in them. Not the same tension as last time, where every muscle in Asher's body was coiled up like a giant spring. This was tension with restraint, as if he was trying his hardest not to accidentally leave marks in Isaac's skin from how hard he was grabbing. It was similar body language but had a strangely different feel to it than the last time, and Isaac wasn't quite sure what to make of it.
It didn't matter, though. Asher backed down with a single glare, so intense he seemed to wither. It was nothing, Isaac told himself. Butlers were subordinate, after all. But Asher seemed like he almost tried to hold the eye contact for a bit before breaking it off. Combined with the pointedness of her statement, Isaac had a feeling there was a little bit of bad blood between these two. Maybe that was why Asher tried to send her away. If he was going to be shadowing Isaac, then he would have to spend time with a woman that clearly loathed him. Sure, it was just some personal worries. Everything was going to be fine here, and his first assignment was going to be great.
Isaac gave Asher a small bow as he made his request. It prompted the interesting question of what happened when a subordinate made a request of another subordinate, but considering Asher was the one with seniority here he was pretty sure he was still supposed to bow. He then turned to the customer, continuing to wear his radiant smile. "But of course. Would you follow me please, Princess?" he asked, making sure to twist his statement into a question. After all, a butler would never make a demand! Or maybe for this kind of thing it wasn't needed. For now, better to err on the side of caution and have Asher correct him later. He made sure to grab the usuals, such as menus and wipe towels, to offer to her as they arrived at her table.
Upon arriving, he made sure to do everything he could to start her experience off on a good foot. He even made sure to pull her seat out for a little so she wouldn't have to exert anything! "I hope your day has been going wonderfully so far," he said as he set out the menu for her and offered her the towels. "Is there anything you would like me to get for you to start things off? A favorite drink, perhaps?"
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Post by Asher on Dec 6, 2016 5:48:22 GMT
Biting his tongue, the redhead placed his arms behind his back, slowly following behind the woman and her butler. With any luck, Isaac wouldn't need any correcting in front of the customer. And, so far, it was going alright.
The woman raised an eyebrow, taking the offered seat. She refused to answer how her day was, only glancing at the towels and the menu, before looking back to the boy. "I don't have a favorite drink," the young woman scoffed, seeming entirely uninterested. Eyes shifted to Asher only briefly, who was busy trying to pretend he was minding his own business, before looking back to Isaac. "Surprise me. Nothing too sweet. Nothing too bitter, either." That didn't help a newbie any! It was like she was trying to be difficult!
Asher tried to remain quiet the entire time, occasionally looking around. Of course, the couple of maids that were in the dining area were shooting smug looks to the duo. Briefly, he scrunched his nose at them, and heard one of them giggle. But, it went unnoticed by the customer. Tightly clamping his hands together, still behind his back, he awaited to see what Isaac would do.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Dec 6, 2016 6:08:44 GMT
If there were any two words Isaac feared hearing on this first shift, they would be "he's dead!" But "surprise me" was a very strong contender for the throne of worst possible outcomes. Sure, Asher warned him that this might have happened, but he didn't think it would happen on his very first shift! And judging by how Asher looked like he would rather be anywhere but right here, it seemed like he, too, had been dreading that moment. Nevertheless, if he didn't try and rise up to the task, what kind of employee would Isaac be? He bowed politely, the serenity in his face hiding the fact that his mind was racing right now. "As you wish, Princess. I'll bring it to you posthaste."
With that he turned to go on the walk of shame. Asher was the first to receive a nervous look from Isaac, a brief pleading 'help me', but he couldn't waste too much time making facial expressions at the older teen. He had a tea to make! The rest of the walk was spent keeping his head held high and his pace rapid yet dignified, even as the other maids shot him the smuggest of looks. They had seemed friendly enough before, but it seemed they'd be offering no sympathies here. His theory that Asher had some lingering history only seemed more assured as he realized that just as many looks were directed at Asher as were at him. Maybe there was some big feud going on, and like the poor sap he was Isaac just got dragged into the middle of it.
Naturally, as soon as he stepped into the kitchen the smartphone whipped out, Isaac furiously typing out the mildest blends of tea. It was either that or spend his time frantically searching through the supply shelf when he was supposed to be making a drink. Fortunately, many of the most common results seemed to point to green tea. Perfect. That stuff was fairly common, and not half bad tasting either. Isaac hoped it'd live up to the customer's specifications, or at the very least serve as a nice choice of calibration for the sweet-bitter axis. He got to work on brewing a cup up, tapping his foot impatiently.
Once it was done it was immediately put in the cup. It was one of the nicer ones, soft pastel colors with ribbonlike patterns dancing across it. A nice, mild looking cup to accenuate the nice, mild look of the drink. With that done he put it on the tray, surrounding it with a little assortment of add-ins such as milk, sugar, cream, and a few more flavorings. Once they were arranged in a pleasing little ring he picked up the tray, carefully balancing it on his hand.
Time was of the essence. Too slow? Sloppy. Too fast? Hasty. He did his best to keep his pace fast while keeping his movements relaxed, while also keeping one hand pinned behind his back, and while keeping the other hand steady to balance the place, while also keeping a dignified look on his face to hide how much he was sweating over the little details. To say it was exhausting was a bit of an understatement, and he had a feeling he'd need to flop onto the couch after this. But that was later. Now was walking up to the customer's table, placing her tea before her with a flourish and a bow. "This is some of our finest green tea," he promised, keeping his smile small so the nervousness in it wouldn't show as strongly. "Blended to perfection to ensure it would be nice and mild for you. How would you like me to prepare it for you, princess?"
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