Charles strolled down the corridor towards his room when he heard more shouting and yelling coming from the left.
He paused and turned, following the sound, when he came across the maid from earlier and an Italian waiter who seemed to be yelling at her for being late for supper.
"OI!" He barked, shoving the waiter back.
"Don't you yell at her, you show her some respect, you hear me?" he barked.
The waiter jittered in Italian.
"Can't even bleedin speak English, this is a floating hotel not an old people's home."
The waiter scowled at Charles and stalked through the kitchen doors.
"Are you alright?" he asked quietly, turning back to the young woman.
"Yes, thank you….again." She smiled.
"Bastard….." he muttered as more yelling caught their attention from the direction of the kitchen.
She watched as the chef came out then, looking like he'd psyched himself up to yell at the maid too.
"Don'tchudare, y' hear me?" barked Charlie again, forcing the chef to nod.
"But she' late," he complained.
"Final courses are ten tu seven,"
"So? It's not even Seven yet. And it's to as in T O."
"But I'mma following orders,"
"Don't get cocky with me mate." Snapped Charles, glaring warningly.
"Next time, you make-a sure you on time." He scoffed, glaring slightly at the girl before he too stalked back into the kitchen.
"She makin' you work over time?" asked Charles, turning back to the made.
"I don't mind." She responded.
"Don't let her walk all over you," he said, leaning back on the wall.
"I try not to, but when they're paying your wages, you don't have a choice. You're lucky. You know you've still got your job tomorrow," she replied.
Charles shrugged, agreeing slightly.
"True, I suppose."
"So you see I have to do what she tells me, other wise I'm jobless and homeless."
Charlie raised his brow.
"You need to stop being so hard on yourself.."
"Oh so now you know what's best for me, do you?" she mused, her light brown ponytail fell over her left shoulder.
"Well it's my job. I am first officer after all." He said.
"Yes, but that's for your area of staff management." She replied.
"No it ain't. It's for all staff management."
She chuckled.
"Y'know I never did catch your name," he said.
"Sylvia," she replied. "My name's Sylvia."
"Well, it's nice to get a proper introduction at last," he said, taking her hand and kissing it gently causing her to scoff a laugh, just as her meal came out with the waiter.
"Go, on, enjoy your supper," he said, letting go of her hand.
She blushed and thanked him one last time before sitting at a small table and starting to eat.
"And you," he hissed, grabbing the waiter by his bowtie, "leave her alone." He said, releasing the bowtie so that the waiter stumbled backward before he disappeared once again to his room.
