CHICAGO~ ANASTASIA’S HOME≈
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Anastasia was up earlier than the alarm, she rushed into the bathroom, speedily taking her bath and brushing her teeth. She had contacted a designer online to hang her business name above the entrance door of her shop.
She prepared every thing she’d need to make the dishes, and they were all ready before 6pm. She turned the menu to “OPEN.”
“Phew.” She signed. Not quite long, the designer showed up and they discussed how the design and inscription will be. They bargained on the price and he left soon after.
One, two, then ten of them came trooping in, making their requests. Anastasia speedily served them their dishes according to the customers who had come first.
She made a notice post and posted it by the side of her door. It says; “Workers are needed.”
Anastasia was shocked to see some workers come to her shop to eat. She was so happy, she never expected any of them to show up but here they are, walking in and out of her shop, introducing the others.
Every thing was going perfectly fine with her, and it’s all happening super fast. Normally, every one knows it was so difficult to get customers to notice one’s business, but it was totally different to Anastasia.
What’s happening?
Jayden Donaldson, the manager’s son, was to come that day. And when he came, that was during the break period, he noticed most of the workers weren’t eating from the company cafeteria, but they were going outside to eat.
“What’s going on?” He asked the secretary.
“There’s a new restaurant shop by the left, it was rented two days ago, that’s exactly where they are going.”
“Guess the cook must be an expert.” He said.
“That’s what they all say.”
“Have you had a taste of the dishes?” He asked.
“Haven’t gotten the chance to.”
“Mind to have a taste with me?” He requested.
She hesitated at his request. She finally accepted it. “I won’t mind.”
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Later that night, there were few customers in the shop. Anastasia was making night meals, when she heard noises from the customers. She dropped what she was doing to check out what was going on.
An elegant looking young man, dressed in a black tuxedo walks into her shop with the secretary right behind him. He wore a warm smile on his face, exposing his two sided dimple and those straight white teeth. His hair curled to the back, making him more presentable and handsome.
Seeing the secretary walking with him, she guessed he was her boyfriend or some thing close. They sat on one of the empty tables. Anastasia went to their table, they already had the menu in their hand.
“What can I offer you guys?” She asked.
His eyes were fixed at the menu book, and he requested for sandwiches with two glasses of red wine. Quickly, Anastasia rushed to get the requested dishes. She still remained surprised that some one so rich and good-looking would come to her shop.
She didn’t let it bother her. She took the first tray, heading to their table. He was discussing with his secretary but suddenly stops on seeing Anastasia. While she goes to get the other tray, he studies her with his eyes.
He returned his gaze to his secretary, and they continued with their conversation. Anastasia returns again with the second tray, serving it to the secretary. “Have a lovely night.” She said, waving a smile at them.
He watched her as she departed back to work, seeing her alone amazed him. He’s never seen some one so beautiful and gorgeous like Anastasia work in such a restaurant like this.
“How is the food?” He asked his secretary who had started eating her food.
“It’s the best I have ever tasted, you can check it out and see for yourself.” She urged him to have a taste of the sandwich.
He tasted it, a broad smile displayed on his lips. “How is it, sir?” Asked the secretary. She knows this kind of restaurant wasn’t his specialty, she won’t be so surprised if he complains bad about it.
“I have eaten so many sandwiches and this is the best.” His secretary smiled. “Call me the young lady.”
She left the table to call Anastasia who was very busy. “Sorry if I’m disturbing you.” She apologized.
Anastasia smiled. “Of course not. Is there some thing I can do for you?” She asked.
“Not really. Actually, my boss wants to see you.” She informed.
Did she just call him her boss? And she has all this while thinking he is her liver or fiance.
“Is every thing alright?” She asked. Her heart skipped, tension almost weighed her down as she walked to answer the young gentleman.
“Yes, sir. You called me.” He looks wealthy, and his kind never smelled like hers, so he had probably called her to make faults on her dish. But that was just way too far for what his reason for calling her.
“Is there a problem, sir?” She asked, worried.
“There’s definitely no problem at all.” He assured her with a smile. “What’s your name?” He asked.
“My name is Anastasia Romanoff.” She replied.
“Miss Romanoff, it’s a pleasure to dine in your restaurant and I’d say, you do have the best for tonight.” Anastasia’s raised heart seemed to calm down.
“Thank you.” He was actually the first to officially admit the taste of her food right at her face.
He smiled broadly at her. “That’s why I called.”
“Thanks again, sir.” She left happily, returning back to what she was earlier doing. And for the rest of the cooking, Anastasia has been smiling and would laugh when it got worse.
After she was done, she noticed both the young gentleman and his secretary had gone. She went to the table they both sat to clear off the plates. She discovered his payment was twice his normal bill.
She felt maybe he must have forgotten or had done it by mistake. She took her original payment and kept the change, hoping that he’d come the following day, requesting for his money.
She turned the shop menu to “CLOSED ” so that she can clear every thing for the day. She sat on one of the tables, counting her money. She noticed she had made a lot of sales today.
She put for herself a plate of rice and chicken, quenching the hunger which caused the serious gurgling sounds in her stomach.
While she was eating her food, she recalled the young gentleman earlier. He reminded her of Pablo, except that he has two sided dimples while Pablo has just one. Plus he has black pupils unlike Pablo whose pupils were ocean blue.
Did he drop the money on purpose to compliment her? Or was it by mistake?
She was done eating, and she washed the last dirty plates in the sink. She was done, and ready to go home. She leaves the shop, locking it.
She looked towards the company, it was dark and there was no one there. “I’ll get this submitted tomorrow or he thinks I’m a thief or some thing.” She said to herself.
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To Be Continued…