Slowly people were entering and asking for rooms. Nadia wondered if they hired her, would she get a few coins off the room rates. She pulled her brown hair into a high ponytail. She didn't notice anyone behind the bar tending to what savory meals they might order. And drinks. She'd rather just be behind the stove. She wondering if she just stepped over if anyone would notice. The owner might even thank her for taking care of their guests!

She grabbed her bag and like she belonged, stepped confidently behind the bar. The small kitchen steps away, she grabbed a pot and filled it with vegetable oil. She grabbed some potatoes and chopped them. After salting them she dropped the taters in the hot oil. She hoped the smell would make people hungry.