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Post by france on Jul 1, 2011 15:38:03 GMT
Francis sighed as he hung the sign outside his door, it was hand painted with bold lettering and a certain sense of style. It was black lettering on an egg shell white. He stepped back to read it, making sure it could be seen.
'Help wanted'
The blond brought up a hand to scratch at the slight stubble that was forming. he didn't like bringing others in to help, it took away from the feel of being a homey place. He would have preferred to be the only one, but he was dragging lately. Too little sleep... and those dreams...
He shook his head, driving the already old thoughts out of his mind. It would do no good to dwell on such things. He would just have to keep working. Besides it might be nice to have someone to help, it might give him more time to pay attention to each customer he did serve.
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Post by goldfiiish on Jul 1, 2011 20:12:45 GMT
Matthew currently wanted a job so he could start paying for things without spending his inheritance, but he couldn't manage to work up the courage to actually get out and find one. Eventually, he pushed his fear out of his way and went out of his house and to the shops to find something. He didn't go there often, so it was a new experience, it seemed like everything was for him nowadays though.
As he walked down the street, he saw a tall, blonde man standing in front of a small cafe. The blonde was staring at something on the door, so Matthew peeked over at it as he walked past.
'Help Wanted'
That was exactly what Matthew was looking for. A job where he would simply cook or clean, but he didn't know if he could actually do it. Matthew almost decided to keep walking when he changed his mind. He could at least try, it's not like he was anyone's first choice but if he just gave up his parents wouldn't be proud of him.
Matthew straightened himself up and marched up to the man standing in front of the sign, trying to look confident. "Excuse me, did you put this sign up?" He almost spoke this out clear and loud, but his voice broke after the first two words and the rest was just a mumble.
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Post by france on Jul 7, 2011 4:16:33 GMT
Francis nearly jumped out of his skin and looked around, not noticing anyone before his eyes fell on the young man who had spoken. "Why yes I did!" He turned around and looked him over, noting how he mumbled.
He wasn't too horribly impressed, though he wouldn't say that. The boy mumbled and looked a bit like he was trying too hard to stay in one spot rather than running away. Francis put one hand to his mouth tapping at his chin. He moved around the boy, examining him.
"Would you be needing a job?" he asked as he moved around to the front of the boy, letting his arm fall to rest on top of the other.
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Post by goldfiiish on Jul 8, 2011 18:35:29 GMT
A tiny feeling of happiness swelled up in Matthew's chest as the other said that. It died down quickly though, due to the judging stare that followed. The blonde started walking in a circle around Matthew. That disappointed look probably didn't mean anything good.
"Well, I don't have a job..." Matthew tried to say it, but nothing wanted to leave his mouth clearly anymore. "I've actually never even had a job before, but I promise to try as hard as I can." He added with as much confidence as he could muster. He decided that he wanted to work here, he wanted to prove it to his possible boss too.
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Post by france on Jul 14, 2011 15:37:10 GMT
Francis smiled at the boys statement. He pats the boys shoulder in a warm fashion.
"Alright then. Lets have a test. Come on inside." He waves him in. "We will have to get you a uniform."
The boy reminded him of someone. The same soft eyes and hair, the lack of confidence. He could swear he knew him from somewhere.
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Post by goldfiiish on Jul 18, 2011 17:49:01 GMT
Matthew felt a wave of relief flow over him at the other's smile. He had done something right. As the man pat his shoulder, Matthew smiled and looked up at him. He felt more comfortable around this person. The man reminded him a of an old father-figure, which made no sense because he looked nothing like Matthew's father.
He nodded and headed into the cafe. A test... Matthew was good at tests. A uniform? Matthew probably wouldn't look good in it...
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Post by france on Jul 21, 2011 23:46:06 GMT
Francis brought him into the large dining room, and over to an empty seat. It would be a little while before the crowds came and he had just only begun to open, but he had time. He settled down in the seat and looked at Matthew.
"Matthew." he pronounced the w a little strangely almost like a u, "I am going to be the costumer. Please go behind the counter and fetch a pad of paper. I want you to show me your... Manner." he smiled and leaned back.
Oh where had he seen this boy before? It was bothering him to no end. Was he of the higher familes? no.. he hadn't met him at any party.
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Post by goldfiiish on Jul 29, 2011 14:45:28 GMT
Matthew nodded at his instructions and went behind the counter to retrieve a small notepad and a pen. He drew on the palm of his hand quickly to make sure the pen worked before sticking his head up above the counter, bumping his head in the process. He rubbed it as he went over to the table.
"G-good afternoon, sir. I'm Matthew and I'll be your server." He tried to his best to have a nice smile. Matthew was unsure if he was doing this right, due to the fact it had been a while since he had gone out to a restaurant of any kind. "How may I help you today?"
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Post by france on Jul 30, 2011 14:20:18 GMT
Francis watched him, considering as the boy followed his instructions. At the stutter he raised an eyebrow, then focused on the smile. It seemed as though he were trying to smile, rather than just smiling. Worry in the eyes also detracted. The Blonde man chuckled.
"Well that is a start. Do not be so nervous Matthieu, it makes your smiles seem fake. You want to seem as pleasant as possible, not scared of the people. Still you were doing well. Try again but this time do not act like I will eat your face. "
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Post by goldfiiish on Aug 4, 2011 4:06:00 GMT
Matthew nodded at the tips. He took a couple steps back, a breath to calm down, then headed to the table once again. He really didn't think he could go through with this without having a heart attack, but he wanted to try.
"Hello! I'm Matthew, I'll be your server today." He smiled as best he could to seem friendly. "How may I help you?" He held the pen and pad of paper in his shaky hands. Matthew was terrified of having made another mistake, but he knew he had, he always made mistakes.
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Post by france on Aug 5, 2011 15:29:27 GMT
Ah there is it was again. The eagerness to please made Francis certain he had seen this boy before. Still it added to the charm of the boy. He smiled back and pushed his hair back.
"Perfect! You must have done this before!" he said and held up one finger. "Now I want..." he paused considering what he wanted to test the boys memory with before firing off a rapid order "A burger, no fries, no pickles extra mayo, lettuce, not the tasteless kind please, two tomato slices but instead of sliced thin, sliced thick then cubed a small dab of ketchup on the side, and a coke no ice." He smiled.
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