Grumbling to herself she tied the apron around her waist. Frowning she tied it uncomfortably tight around her waist, she looked and felt as if she had gained some weight around her waist after school had let out. She was no longer in track and field and no longer working out because of all the time she spent at work. She had also quit gymnastics after she realized her figure got to much in the way.
Looking up she realized her manager would be much better at the sport of gymnastics than her, Miss Soi Fong was small and had a rather boyish figure. As well as that Rangiku believed that she would most likely be fairly flexible.
Shaking out of her pointless train of thought she moved from the staff room and out into the café pushing the door open with her rump. The café was small, a normal size around these parts of town. The door was wooden and placed near the right side of the front of the café, this was followed by three booths with wooden tables and red velvet-looking seats. On the other side of the café there were four other booths, a few feet from those there were three wooden tables with matching carved wooden chairs each with matching seat covers, that matched those on the booths. This to Rangiku was home. Or part of her home. Along the wooden flooring that covered the ground there was a single golden painted metal strip that ran the entire width of the café, separating the wooden floor of the actual customer's café, from the tile of the kitchen and staff half of the room.
"Matsumoto," Miss Soi Fong began, "I need to run out for a couple errands, Kira said we're running out of some supplies in the kitchen. After that I have a meeting down town." Rangiku nodded as Miss Soi Fong untied her apron and handed it to the strawberry blonde girl that was watching her.
"Alright, who's in charge then?" Rangiku asked beginning to make her way back into the staff room to put Miss Soi Fong's apron away.
"I'll put you in charge. Is that alright? I'll be gone most of the day but I should be back for closing and even before the dinner rush. But you're the only one I can trust. You can handle it can't you?" Rangiku smiled and kissed Miss Soi Fong lightly on the cheek,
"You know it!" Miss Soi Fong blushed as she did every time Rangiku kissed her
"Good, I'll be back then." Soi Fong nodded and began making her way out the door, switching the "Closed" sign to "Open" Rangiku grinned and watched as several people began waltzing in as if they were the owners of the place, taking the time to glance around at the décor before they stepped up to the front desk to get a table.
The first man to step up to the counter was a relatively good looking man, he looked several years older than Rangiku, probably more around the age of her father. He had dark brown hair and an unshaved chin. On his arm was a fairly young looking girl, quite a few years younger than him, she had black hair pulled up into a clip and had several stands wrapped around her face. She also had a pair of thick black glasses that shielded her brown eyes.
"Table for two!" The man sang. The black haired girl frowned at his tone of voice.
"Right this way!" Rangiku smiled, "I'll be right with you!" She added towards the remainder of the group waiting in line.
"Take you're time sweet heart." A cocky silver haired man smiled
"Thank you, Sir." Rangiku called back with a sigh, people were always so cocky towards her, so flirty and outgoing. "Here's your table you two."
"Thank you my dear!" The brunette smiled and pulled out a chair for the black haired girl before sitting down himself.
"I'll be right with you to take your order, but here are some menus please take your time!" With that Rangiku walked back to the position as hostess and began sitting more people.
After several groups had been seated a group of three men stood in front of her, one was the good looking silver haired man with the squinted eyes and large smile from before. Next to him was a tall brunette with his hair slicked back and one lock of hair hanging out in the front. And on the other side of that man, was an African American man with long braided hair and a dark look on his face, probably because of the wait the three had to survive before they could receive their table.
"Hello! Welcome to Cat's Café." Rangiku smiled, "Allow me to show you to your table!"
"I'd let you show me anything, sweet cheeks!" The silver haired man smirked and followed her over to a window seat and sat down.
"Umm…here are your menus I'll be back in a few moments to take your order.
"Thanks babe." The man winked again and as Rangiku turned to walk back to the counter he promptly smacked her behind.
"Ichimaru!" The one with braided hair snapped.
"Sorry, sorry!" he grinned, Rangiku huffed and returned to her desk thoroughly embarrassed.