The sound of clanking dirty dishes was as irritating as hearing about Paris Hilton's jail trip according to Cori. She could tell how long her night would be just by the amount of dishes brought into the kitchen.
Working in the most popular Italian restraint in Comox was defiantly not Cori's dream job but it was good enough for the time being.
Cori was one of the only teenage employees at Stephano's Italian Cuisine. The other was the manager's son, who was one of the hosts. When Cori didn't have any work she would find herself admiring his soft, black, shaggy hair, his deep blue/grey eyes and tall muscular body.
"Comon Cori," someone said from outside the kitchen, "we're running low on soup bowls!"
Cori stopped her daydreaming and rushed over to the sink. "I'm on it." She called back.
Cori's friends came running into the restraint at quarter to nine. Cori got off at nine and it was a Friday night. So, as usual, they were headed out to pizza and a late movie.
"Why do you put up with such a disgusting job Cori?" her friend Lauren said scrunching her nose.
"Because she has a crush on that hot piece of ass that is a host," Wyatt laughed, "I know I do."
Cori gave her laughing friends a look that could kill and they laughed even harder.
'Comon Cori. The pizza place won't let us in after 9:30 and you still need to do whatever it is you do with your face." Julie said impatiently.
"Alright," Cori said washing soap off her arms and throwing the cloth into a big blue bin, "Give me five minutes." And she disappeared into the change room at the back of the kitchen.