New Day On The Job [>>T o n y<<]

[Olivia & Ophelia Parker]

The girl attached her waitress apron on, looking into the small mirror in the kitchen. She smiled, staying straight and polished. She pulled her long, wavy tresses in a high ponytail, biting her lower as she pulled on the elastic. Snap. "Ow, shit!" she cried, as the elastic broke. She groaned, well, her hair would have to stay loose. She wearing a simple fitted, white t-shirt along with blue, boot-cut jeans hanging on her hips. Comfortable adidas green sneakers were on her feet. She wasn't dressed like she usually did, but this was work, she had to look professional.

Well, it was waitressing. Not an executive job.

"Rachael!" yelled a co-worker, "Get back to work!" The girl gasped, "Oh, right!" she said, turning around to man the counter. She walked out of the kitchen and stood behind the counter, ready to take people's orders. The girl awaited nervously, hoping to give a good impression and /keep/ the job. It wasn't so bad so far.

[Tony Dolce Miele]

A small smile formed on his lips as he hung up the phone he'd been on and put it back in it's spot...in the right pocket of his leather jacket, right next to his cigarettes and lighter.
Yes, the black leather jacket that one could always see on the male was worn along with a pair of dark washed Diesel jeans on his lower half, a black leather belt ran through the loops, partly for looks and partly because it was needed.
A light gray Dolce and Gabbana sweater was worn on the male's upper half.
He looked to the female as he reached her...unsure of what to order.
"What do you recommend?" he questioned her with that Italian accent full in his voice.

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Sorry it's so blah....I couldn't think. >.<

[Rachael Di Campari]

"Ew, what the hell?" Rachael muttered absent-mindedly, as she looked at a small stain that seemed to have appeared on her apron. But, but.. But it was brand new! Or so her boss had said... Gross. She was brought back to earth as she heard someone speak up, she looked up, eyebrows raised in surprise.

Oh... God.
How gorgeous was /he/?
Chill, girl. Just, chill.

"H-hi.." she said, smiling, quickly reaching for her notepad. She bit her lower lip nervously, trying to take in account what he'd just said. Something about 'recommend'.. Oh! He wanted to know what to order! Right!

Wait. How was she suppose to know? It was her first day on the job, she had no idea how to food was here.

"I-I hear the.. The St-steak's good.." she managed to say. pointing back at a picture of a steak, smiling nervously. She took a deep breath, "You like... meat?" she asked. What the hell. What kind fo question was that? She cursed herself mentally as she waited for the guy to respond.

[Tony Dolce Miele]

He looked at her a moment when she questioned if he liked meat. He smiled a bit and did everything in his power not to laugh.
It was funny, she was cute...the way she seemed so nervous.
"You know...I've never been much of a steak guy." he informed her as he frowned a little bit. "But since you say it's good...I guess I'll try it." he finished and that tiny frown at never liking steak turned into a small smile as he looked at the girl.
She was actually pretty good looking, well maybe that was worded poorly, but he really wasn’t expecting someone as good looking as she to be working here…call him crazy.

[Rachael Di Campari]

She bit her lower as he said he wasn't a steak guy, immeidtaly thinking her life was over because she'd screw it this up. Exaggerate much? But her frown soon turned into a small smile as he decided to try, and she let out a sigh of relief. "Okay, okay, good." she said, writing it down.

She looked up at him once again, "Anything to drink?" she asked. Finally calmed down - a bit - she looked him over once more. So her first impression wasn't bad, he was good-looking. Hm. Let's hope more cute guys like him came to work here, she thought to herself, smiling.

[Tony Dolce Miele]

She looked to have calmed down, which was good.
"Just water, please." he replied then, as he continued to look at her. He wondered how badly the smell of the cigarette he'd smoked before he came in was clinging to him. But the smell of it was sweet.
Oddly sweet being that they were Creme cigarettes, and his flavor of choice had always been vanilla and then there was the fact that the smell of tobacco never really was there but it was just..as said sweet for lack of better words.

[Rachael Di Campari]

"'Kay." she said, jotting it all down. "I'll have your order in a moment.." she told him, smiling as she turned around and left for the kitchen. Standing behind closed doors, she sighed softly, grinning.

"God, he was hot.." she muttered, still thinking about the guy.

"Dude... You're in the way." said a co-worker, carrying a tray of food, soudning annoyed.

"Huh? Oh!" she cried, moving along. "Sorry." she added as the other girl left. "Hmm.." she gave her order to the cook, standing there for a moment as he quickly whipped up the steak. A moment later, she came out, carrying the boy's plate, along with someone else's. "Here we go." she said, getting out of behind the counter. Unfortunately for her, she didn't manage to catch the sight of two little kids running in. "Girl, look out!" shouted a co-worker who still hadn't caught her name, as Rachael turned around, gasping.

CRASH!

Heh. You can guess what happened, right?
The girl had fallen to the floor, her trays flying along with her. "Ow." she said softly, propping herself up on her elbows. She glanced around, frowning. Did she have to be such a screw-up?

[Tony Dolce Miele]

First he heard the sound of things and what sounded like a person falling to the floor, and then he spotted the girl who'd been waiting on him.

And even though he knew he didn't have to he moved to help the girl.
"Are you alright?" he questioned as he held out a hand to help her up as he watched as she propped herself up on her elbows.

That was funny, to an extent, though he'd never laugh about it in front of anyone...and he felt kind of bad for her...if that ever happened to him...

No scratch that, something like that would never happen to Tony.

[Rachael Di Campari]

The girl raised a brow as he came to help her up, smiling gratefuly. "T-thanks.." she said softly, getting up on her knees and trying to pick up her plates. "I'm sorry, I-I'll get your order, i-in a moment.." she said nervously, hurrying up. Oh, now she felt even more stupid than before.

This guys was nice with her, that was a surprise. She would've thought most people would've laughed at her situation, since it was oh-so embarrassing. "You're sweet." she blurted out with a light chuckled, before getting up. She looked down at her apron, which was now covered with more than one odd spot.

[Tony Dolce Miele]

"Don't worry about it..take your time." he replied simply as he moved picking up some of the plated as well as he set them on the tray.

Hearing her compliment a small formed on his lips and he laughed lightly. "Thank you." he replied. That surely wasn't the first time he'd been called sweet. And if only she knew his middle name, maybe she'd understand why he found it amusing whenever people informed him of this.

"Tony," he said then as he decided to introduce himself to the girl and stuck out his hand. "Tony Miele." he finished, with that confidence he always had right there in his voice the whole time.

[Rachael Di Campari]

She smiled as he grabbed some plates to help her. Wow, perfect gentleman, much? yes, Rachael was one to compliment people quickly, already thinking everyone was nice. "Miele?" she repeated, chuckling softly. "Sounds like 'honey' in french.." she said softly, "Et tu est doux comme le miel." she said, giggling softly.

Yes, the girl spoke french, well /dabbled/ in french. Along with Italian, spanish and chinese. Umm, extra-curricular activities helped her stay busy during school.

"I'm Rachael." she said, putting the plates down on the counter. She didn't put her hand for him, since well, it was sticky with food. Gross. "Rachael Di Campari."

[Tony Dolce Miele]

'It's Italian.." he informed her. "And it is honey in Italian." he finished.

Ah, the French.

Disgusting.

Though he hide his disgust quite well as he continued the conversation.
"And I also have no clue what you just said." he informed her then with a small smile. Figuring that was the reason why she hadn't taken his hand he returned it to his side.
"It's nice to meet you Rachael." he finished.

[Rachael Di Campari]

"Oh." she said, obviously not hiding the dissapointment in her tone. No, no, it wasn't because he was Italian, she just felt kind of stupid for having said what she said. How could she not remember /that/ word, yet speak - a little bit - of italian? Thank god she hadn't mentionned /that/, or else she'd seemed like a total italian-wannabe.

"I.. I said you were sweet.. Like honey." she said quietly, now regretting that. It sounded so cheesy. She was cheesy. "It's cheesy, I know." she said, scoffing softly. She looked back at the boy, "I'm gonna go get your food." she told him, as she went behind the counter and into the kitchen. A few minutes later, the cook had whipped up a second steak and fries quickly. She came out and handed him the plate. "Here you go." she said softly, pushing the water glass towards.

[Tony Dolce Miele]

As she came back he took it as he handed it to him.
"Thank you." he said then when he took it from her.
"You know." he said then, thinking this would make her feel...well less cheesy.
"My middle name is Dolce." he informed her then.
"So really...it's not all that cheesy." he paused. "And plus you didn't know when you called me sweet." he finished with a smile.

[Rachael Di Campari]

"Welcome." she said absent-mindedly, turning on her heel to leave. But then he spoke up, so she turned back and listened t the gorgeous boy. His eyes were so cute. His hair was hot too.. And the way he spo--

Rach, wake up.

She blinked, shaking her head softly. "Really?" she said, feeling a tad better now. She laughed softly at how she'd accidentally called him by his 'middle name', sort of. "So, where you from?" she asked, before precising her quetsion. "I mean, like, what part of Italy?" The girl wasn't even sure if he /came/ from Italy, but with the name.. And the accent, well, she assumed.