"Pervert? Where? Show me, so I can go slug him for you! I just knew a place like this would attract creepos, they all have a fetish for girls in maid dresses- if anyone tries to look up your skirt, whack him!"
"Hey, cutie! Aren't you gonna come take our order?"
"Cutie? Who you calling cutie?" Cassia whirled, free hand balling into a fist at her side. And her stomach plummeted to somewhere around her knees when she saw who the offender was- one of the boys from the baseball team. A few of the others were with him, and all of them had grins plastered on their faces as though Christmas had come early....
None of the other girls was nearby. So Cassia took a deep breath and stalked over, as though awaiting her doom. "Yeah? Whaddaya want?"
The boy from before laughed again. "Is that any way to treat a customer? Aren't you supposed to be all bouncy and perky? C'mon, let's see you bounce a bit." He gave a cheeky wink.
Cassia glared at him. "The only thing I'll bounce will be a baseball off your head next practice. So why don't you lot just give me your orders so I can get on with my work?"
"Sure thing, sweetheart." The boys all went around the table, naming off orders, which Cassia scribbled down while determinedly not looking at them. "And a side of a smile from you, 'kay?"
"Sorry, pal, that's not on the menu. The best you'll get from me is dessert."
"Aw, I'm shot through the heart." One of the others rocked back in his chair, hands to his chest in a mock "I've been shot" pose. "She's killed me! I'm dying!"
Cassia stuck her tongue out at him. "Knock it off, Pete, before you knock that chair over and crack your empty head open. These orders will be ready in a little bit." It wasn't until she was out of smacking range when the first one called out, "Love the dress, though! You've got the legs for it!"
Josh-May wrote:As i wrote down an order, i felt someone pat my bottom.
"EH?!"i jumped and blushed, and immediately slapped the offender.
he was lucky i took down his order first.
"its not even the start of the work day and im allready being oogle dover by the perverted croud!" i say as i come back into the kitchen and hang the order slip for the cooks to get it.