Today was the first day of Autum, leaves blowing, wind blowing through your hair, but hell! Arthur Kirkland wasn't paying attention to that! he has a bloody job to do as waiter at 'The Globe". Finest restraunt in town, it'd be even greater if his fellow workers would actually let Author cook and not force him as waiter claiming they didn't want to be sued for the customers having poor taste. Pfft... if those wankers didn't like his fine cooking then they could just sod off or something. As much as Author hated to admit it, this restraunt or diner was actually quite amazing. It was originally a certain, and quite airheaded American's idea to gather up his and Author's best cooks in their highschool and create a small diner where you could get any meal from any part of the world! It was easy, since Alfred, being one of the most popular guys in school, and being friends with Francis Bonnefey, a stupid, rich, frogface to fund this creative idea it actually worked! bloody amazing isn't it? Well, this small diner ended up getting massive attention from the variety of cultures and types of food at the restraunt. People referred to this as "an undiscovered paradise" and was amazed that almost all of the workers haven't even graduated yet.
Arthur sighed as he made his way to a table in the back, where four girls were squealing and pratically molesting him with their eyes. Arthur wasn't even fazed. This place is full of mostly highschool boys who cook so, this restraunt was like a gathering for teenage girls, and most of them were foreign. So, as Kiku Honda puts it, 'One of the greatest fanservices in restraunt history' "So Arthur..." a familiar female voice breaking Arthur's thoughts made itself known. "E-Elizaveta! what the bloody hell are you doing here?! today's your day off! go home and watch anime or something" Arthur exlaimed ignoring Elizaveta's fangirlish friends who were awing over his "adorable face". Elizaveta just smiled and flipped her wavy caramel colored hair behind her shoulder "Well, I thought I could let my friends experience our wonderful restrsunt and maybe...get a raise for getting more customers if you know what I mean" She explained in a rather mischevious way. Arthur rolled his eyes a slight smirk on his face. This wasn't common, Alfred makes his meathead football buddies come here every game night so he can actually cook. All the git knows how to make is bloody hamburgers and as much as the customers love that blonde idiot...they don't care and would much rather have something much classier than a common hamburger. The girls quickly scanned the menu and ordered their drinks, sending the blonde brit back on his way towards the kitchen. He could swear he heard the girls giggle as he walked away...they better not be a perv like his own coworker, Elizaveta and stare at his butt or something. As he walked into the kitchen placing the girl's orders, he heard loud footsteps running twoards him and an entergetic voice go, "Dude, Artie" before he even had time to react or turn around and smack the bloke in the face, he was already in one of the most unescapable bear hugs known to man. The giver of the hug was known as, Alfred F. Jones, One of the kings in school, star quater back, baseball protigee, and Arthur's extremely loud neighbor and best friend.