(I just got back from class not too long ago but I'll see if I can get online later tonight. I'm trying to cut down on the time I'm online since my mom's jumping on me again about it. e_e)

After Alex placed down the dish in front of Yosuke, he tried his best not to scarf down his food despite the fact he hasn't eaten all day. "Hey...This is pretty good," he said as he took another bite of his food.

Cindy walks into the Cafe picking up a newspaper on the way in. She seats herself by the counter again and starts reading 'the funnies'. Cindy occasionally giggles quietly while reading.

Cookie looks at Isabella and Devlin. "Unfortunately. I told Richard to bring a spatula and spank the guy, but he didn't listen. Shame." She shrugs as they all watch the dining room for signs of trouble. "Maybe we should put a jello wrestling pit in there for them to duke it out."

(HikariKuro, I think you're making excuses and avoiding the issue. I don't care what plans you have for the character, you've made him quite nasty and rude and really rained on our parade. Either reign in the raging attitude or hit the door. And an apology to WhiteFire for all the insults to her "cooking" would help. When someone carefully writes up three paragraphs to explain the preparation of chicken only to turn around have you tear them down in a few lines, that's simply unacceptable!)

"Alright then," Richard stated politely, "I'll be back with your order soon." He then calmly walked away from the table and back to the counter. He was able to keep his cool, but why was that man complaining about his food? Richard took extra care in making the best meals ever. "Hey, Alex. Where's the fruit skewers at? Could you get me one?" Richard asked as he grabbed one of the cups of creme brulee from behind the counter.

Cindy sniffed the air to smell the cooking food.... 'yum'. She enjoyed the scent and thought about what she would order.

((D.K. Awrighty. I'm on MSN if you need me.

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Dev looked to the guest from earlier who started to eat his food. He proceeded to refill the boy's glass of water with an ice-cold pitcher. "Told ya the cook was bomb, huh?" 'Unfortunately not everyone appreciates it,' he thought to himself. He heard the call for some desserts. "Oh, hey, Rich I've got 'em. One set of fruit skewers coming up."

Iz was still seething. She could hold grudges pretty easily, and for long periods of time as well. "Gimme the spatula. I'll take care of him," she muttered to the coworkers next to her.

((I totally forgot that getting desserts out of the fridge was part of Dev's job, even though Richard cooks 'em. He can get 'em out too though : D ))

((Can I add you on aim Marquerite? I'm vivi4293))

((Sure thing! Like I said, I get lonely because nobody IMs me anymore.))

((cool. aww. that stinks))

She took a glance and realized that the customer from earlier had returned. "Hey, welcome back! Can I get you anything?" Isabella asked, handing over a glass of cold water to the brunette girl.

"Hello"...Cindy paused to look at a name tag..."Isabella, Can I have a cup of coffee with extra milk and a cinnamon bun?" She smiled and took the glass of water. "Thanks"

((not a problem Mar-Mar. I just go with the flow. kinda))

"Thanks Dev," Richard said as he placed the brulee onto a tray and waited for Devlin to get the fruit skewers.

"Coffee with extra milk, and a cinnamon bun. No problem!" She wrote the order down and handed it to Devlin as she got the cinnamon bun out. Isabella placed the bun on the plate and gave it to the girl. "One cinnamon bun and your coffee's gonna come up in a bit. What's your name by the way? I saw you earlier but I didn't get to catch you."

Devlin first handed the fruit skewers over on a plate. "Here you go, Rich." He then took to the coffee maker and pressed the tab to get coffee pouring into the mug. About 2/3 full, he stopped and poured milk into the last 1/3 and finally mixed it with a stirring stick. "Coffee with extra milk," he said, placing it in front of the girl.

Cindy took a sip of the coffee, Cindy looked at Delvin "Thank you" she smiled.

"Thanks Dev." Richard put the plate on the tray and then carried the tray over to the couple. He placed the deserts onto the table. The creme brulee in front of the girl and the exotic fruit skewers in front of the boy. "Will that be all?" He smiled being somewhat cocky.

"You're welcome. Enjoy your meal!" Devlin turned to look at Richard, hoping something doesn't ensue in the near future. It was illegal to poison someone's food, and pretty damn unethical, but the so-called "undercooked" chicken should've done the trick. Not like Richard undercooked his food, at least to Dev's knowledge. He knew Richard prided himself on his chef expertise.

((That's great. Now please leave. Spamming isn't allowed on this site.))

"Mhm" Cindy nodded. She looked around for anyone to talk to.

((I understand that now.... I didn't see that mentioned in the intro. Yes, I AM rather shy, but unfortunately I'm also prone to moodiness, depression, and ADHD. When I created Sorin it was after a fight with my fiancee so I wasn't in the best of moods. Now that we made up I don't feel the need to vent through my writing. So yes, Sorin IS going to get an attitude adjustment. I am sorry if I hurt anyone's feelings.))

Sorin drummed his fingers on the table and sighed, the place was OK.... The food was decent enough..... The service was slow.....

He ignored man who brought them their desert, muttering, "Wanker....," as soon as the man left so it wouldn't be heard by anyone but Selene.

Selene had had enough of his attitude.....

Selene fidgeted and sighed, "Y-You shouldn't b-be so mean to p-people....."

"They're beneath me."

"T-They are not!"

"Why should I be nice when nice guys finish last?"

"I-I'm nice and I-I was valedictorian. I-I finished F-FIRST of my class.... A-And that's with t-tutoring people in E-English! Do y-you really b-believe that I will f-finish last?"

"No.... But people expect you to be nice.... You're not going into business....."

"You d-don't sound l-like you want to be i-in business....."

"Honestly? No. I hate it."

"Then why study i-it?"

"My father.....," he sighed, "Do you even know who my father is?"

Selene shook her head no.

"He is Apollo Sonnen, founder and president of Sonnen Inc. That big ugly building that ruins the skyline? Is his technology company. He'll cut me off if I quit!"

"S-So quit. I-Its better than being u-unhappy and making e-everyone around you miserable! No one i-is below you s-so you have no r-right to treat them as d-dogs just because you are frustrated!"

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, "Maybe you're right...."

"You don't n-need to live like a-a king to be happy."

"How would you know Miss Tsukino? Isn't your father, Daichi Tsukino, a famous violinist? And your mother, Lupine Tsukino, a famous ballerina?"

"H-Hai....," Selene blushed, "But I have f-friends who went to C-Cambridge on scholarship. T-They were not wealthy. B-But they were h-happier than I w-was in many ways. People expect me to b-be great l-like my parents, but-"

"You are," Sorin interrupted, "I saw your work in that gallery opening that Cambridge had. It was so beautiful even my father bought a painting. The one in the forest with the angel, the full moon, and the werewolf..... Even he seemed moved by the love they shared...."

"H-He's the one who bought "You Are My Love"?"

"Yeah. See? You DO have talent...."

Selene fidgeted, "I-If you say so...."

Alex just looked off in to the distance thinking of hot guys duking it out in jello over her."We really need a jello pit."she said out of no where.

Isabella was sitting on a barstool at the counter and heard Alex's comment. "I know what you mean." She had her hand pinching the top of her nose to stave off a migraine. She got irritable quite easily and this session was no different. "Do you feel like putting up a movie on the flatscreen? It's too quiet in here," she suggested.

"Why don't you put on some music? Then at least I won't catch you watching," Cookie says. "Besides, movies are no good for headaches. Have some tea and take something for it."

Yosuke nodding and thanked Devlin. He paused for a moment before taking another bite, "Wait, what's this all talk about Jell-O...?"

Devlin shrugged. "Jello pit, I'm hearing. At least that's what I think I'm hearing. Wouldn't mind though, but I mean, where would we put it?" He laughed. Someone probably got the idea of getting people to fight in it in their swimsuits or boxers. Not that he'd mind...

"I know there's gotta be some hot chicks duking it out in there!"

He was met by a dirty look from Isabella as she slammed the steel of a knife onto the countertop. Not the sexy-I-wanna-love-you dirty look, but omg-you're-dead dirty look. "Don't even think about it, Giordano," she replied, her other hand being a prop-up for her head.

She looked to her boss. "Do you mind if I put on some Michael Buble or something?" She got off the barstool and went to get some hot water out of the dispenser and dipped in some vanilla-chamomile tea. "I know, I know. Just take it outta my paycheck, boss," she suggested, as Isabella leaned against the countertop blowing on the mug.

Cookie shrugs. "He sounds fine. Just don't get too loud and crazy. You'll ruin our ambiance if someone decides to put on techno." She looks at the other warningly. "I'm going to go organize some files I've been avoiding. Call me if you need me. Especially if Mr. Grumpy-Pants decides to show his ass again." She starts heading back to the office. "And don't build any jello pits while I'm in there."