That hour was crazy. It seemed like all the Italian immigrants had decided that at a quarter past six they should eat pizzas at Geno's Pizzeria. But not any common pizzas. They only ordered the most difficult and complicated Italian words to say for an English speaker. No Margarita or Four Cheeses. They were all Regina Verano Supremo or Francesco Mare Magnifico. There was no way I could work with that.
Firstly I tried to draw the ingridients. Mistake.
As I said before, I'm not the most talented artist, but heck, I think I'm good enough to draw a recognizable tomato or pepperoni. They didn't get it, maybe because they (the tomato and the pepperoni, not the Italians ) red and round.
Then, in one brilliant moment, it occurred me. Charades.
Now I bet some of you must be wondering,How do you pretend to be mozzarella cheese to a crowd of hungry Italians?
It's quite simple actually.
Ready?
You don't.
After fifteen minutes of making a fool of myself trying to take orders, the doorbell rang and he came in. All I could think was Oh great, another mad and hungry Italian. Kill me now.
He was tall. Like real tall. His hair was curly and blonde and his eyes were of a shiny kind of blue (but not as gorgeous as Mr. Hearthstone's, mind you). He was clearly confused, but I didn't know what bothered him the most, the fact that I wasn't Gia or the loud and furious crowd of hungry Italians.
Mr. Hearthstone was in the bar and recognized him.
"Davidson, how nice to see you! Thought you were part of the rescue team, what happened? Did Sam canceled it?"
Davidson walked to the bar and and sat on a high chair next to the bar's balcony. They shook hands.
"Yeah, she did. Thought it was worthless. Can you believe it? After all he has done for her..."
Mr. Hearthstone offered him a drink as to console him
"Well I don't know if you're interested, but Gia is going to Moryx in half hour or something like that and she's giving me a ride. You could come with us, because of your meeting and all that"
"Actually, that's why I came here in the first place. By the way, where is she? Normally she's the one taking the orders, but I see she got herself a waitress" He stared at me like I had some kind of mental disease.
"Oh, she's in the kitchen with my newest apprentice, Lisa Solace. And the waitress over there is Emma Collins. They're both with me" Mr. Hearthstone laughed, noticing the Italian tornado around me for the first time "You could help her, you know. She doesn't speak Italian and some of the costumers are getting mad"
"Did Old Albert lose his mind?" Davidson laughed, now staring at me like I was some circus performer. If I wasn't so busy dealing with the tornado, I know what I'd do... "He always has some criteria when recruiting. Does she speaks Japanese or Korean, then?"
Mr. Hearthstone took a deep breath, talking with a patience of someone who's teaching a two year old that if he eats to much cake he'll get a stomach "Val, Emma's a newcomer"
He frowned and his expression hardened a thousand times.
"Another one. I see "
"Val, listen. Emma's not guilty of anything that happened in the past. She just got here" Mr. Hearthstone remind in the same calm voice. Val Davidson's voice was the complete opposite.
"Whatever. Please tell Gia I'm here while I go try to fix her mess"
He stormed in my direction. He looked like an angry bull. A very angry bull.
"You're demised" he said quietly, not even looking at me. I hate that. I hate being ignored.
"Well hello!" I said quite sarcastically.
He continued ignoring me and kept talking to the costumers (in Italian, of course). At that point, I was boiling mad. I grabbed his shoulder.
"Hey! I don't know what the heck you're doing-"
He finally looked at me. He wasn't mad. He was completely enraged. He's eyes were no longer shiny, all I could see in them was hate. Yes, hate. How can you possibly hate someone you just met? Well, we didn't really got the chance to meet each other, which made the possibility of hate even slighter. That really got me so I forgot all the speech I had in mind. Nice, Emma, nice. Instead, I just looked at him, reaction less, I he shook my hand of his shoulder.
"Are you done?! Take this to Gia. Hope you don't screw this up too!"
I took the notebook from his hand, angry and ashamed. True, I couldn't take the orders from the clients. But at least I had tried.
What heck was wrong with this guy? 
You know what? Forget the restaurant. I want to be a vet.

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