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Part III

Cassata

The next time Santana enters the restaurant she is in a truly horrible mood and as soon as Rachel opens her mouth to greet her in that nerve grinding voice of hers she snarls a short "shut it buckbeak" her way.

Luckily it shuts her up this time.

When she reaches her usual table after marching through the room and glaring anyone who even dared to smile at her she plops down in her chair without any of the usual sophistication she normally tries to show.

Rubbing her temples she groans miserably when she looks back on the awful day she has had.

It all started in the morning when she had basically been jumped by her neighbours beast of a dog upon exciting her apartment. Causing her pristine black pants-suit to be completely covered in, very noticeable, dog hairs.

Then when she had finally arrived at work 30 minutes late due to the the unplanned wardrobe change she had been greeted by a huge stack of papers and files on her desk. Accompanied by a note from her boss to 'sort through these and have a recap on his desk by Monday.'

And as if that wasn't enough cockshite for one day she had been called into a mandatory and completely useless 2.5 hour long meeting that her boss had been too 'busy' (probably playing golf) for to attend himself.

She's pretty sure that by now she can say goodbye to her weekend completely, knowing that she will spend most of it working without even getting payed one single penny.

It frustrates and pisses her off to no end and on days like these there is nothing she wants to do more than tell her pompous butt pirate of a boss to shove her contract up his ass and to never come back there again.

Unfortunately though her boss – no matter how much of a douche nozzle he actually is – is in fact the owner of one of the most successful law-practises in New York and seeing as she is still working her way to the top quitting is really not an option.

Accepting her fate with a sigh she leans over to open her briefcase, taking out some of the papers she took with her. She knows a restaurant really isn't the place to do work but it was either this or going home to work and order take out.

Seeing as this restaurant always makes her feel better and she could really use a pick-me-up she figured going in was the best of the two options.

A few minutes later, when Mike arrives at her table to take her order, she is so deeply immersed in reading one of her case files that she barely manages to order something absent-mindedly.

She is so occupied in fact that she isn't even sure what she ordered exactly. Though it doesn't really worry her because so far everything here has tastes absolutely amazing.

For the next 45 minutes she reads through two of the files and takes notes diligently. Her food has arrived already but as she sits bend over her work with a deep frown edged on her face she mostly forgets to eat.

When she finally does take a break however she is sad to notice the dish in front of her has for a large part gone cold.

Taking a few quick bites as to not waste all of the food she rubs at her temples again. She's not surprised that she feels a headache coming on, it has been a pretty regular occurrence ever since she started her job a few months ago.

To her slight happiness she is starting to feel a bit better again now that she has been out of the office for a while and has some actual food inside of her.

Unfortunately though this happiness is short lived because as soon as she quits massaging her head and reaches for her wine glass (while using her other hand to stuff some more food in her mouth) she knocks over the whole damn thing.

Wine spills all over the table and her work notes as she curses loudly.

She can already see the red wine staining the pearly white tablecloth and she quickly jumps up, snatching her papers of the now drenched surface.

It's too late however because the papers too are now turning a nice bright red.

"Fuck dammit" she curses again not even caring about the other people's appalled expressions.

Out of the corner of her eye she sees Mike and some other girl she doesn't know rush over with cloths in their hands.

And as they reach her they start dabbing away most of the wine quickly.

Mike asks her if she is all right and all she does is nod dumbly while apologizing profusely. "I'm such a fucking idiot" she adds for good measure, knowing that if she had actually been paying attention to her actions this wouldn't have happened.

"Don't worry about it Santana. Really, this sort of thing happens all the time" the Asian boy reassures her as he and the other waitress strip the table of its tablecloth.

Santana smiles meekly back at him still feeling like moron but at least glad the personnel of the restaurant doesn't seem to mind.

Shifting her gaze from the disaster she made at the table to the notes in her hand she groans loudly when she sees that by now they are completely ruined too.

The wine has made all of the ink run, rendering the notes she made earlier totally useless. To her slight relieve the case files seem fine though so instead of having to go to the office again to get copies of them she will just have to start her note-taking process all over again.

"I'm having the worst fucking day ever" she sighs to Mike, tossing her ruined notes in a nearby trash can.

He smiles at her sympathetically, sends the other waitress away to go take care of the dirty cloths and starts resetting the table.

"Sorry to hear that you are not having your day today" he tells her while pulling her chair back. "Why don't you sit back down and relax while I will get you a new glass of wine, free of charge."

Santana does as she is told, too worn down to argue, and sends him a grateful smile.

Her original plan had been to just go to the restaurant, eat, get out of there and head home to work as soon as possible. For now she doesn't give a flying fuck though. Work can wait. First she needs to unwind a bit and forget about this whole day before she snaps and either starts crying or starts throwing dinner plates against the wall.

She slumps in her chair sloppily, glaring at anyone who is still staring at her after her little outburst just now. If people know what's good for them they better leave her the hell alone right now.

After a few minutes the waitress that was helping Mike appears in front of her wearing a nervous smile, clearly not wanting the wrath of auntie Snix to be bestowed upon her.

"Hi miss Lopez?" she greets/asks while shifting on her feet.

At this the latina tries her best to smile encouragingly. Knowing that it's not this girls fault her day is crap and that she was at least nice enough to help Mike without complaint.

Seeing this as the go-ahead she wanted the waitress smiles back and places a new class of wine on the table together with what appears to be a small sort of cake.

"Your wine and a Cassata miss" the girl stutters out, "compliments of chef Pierce, she also told me to tell you to 'cheer up buttercup'."

After that the waitress hightails herself away from there, obviously feeling a little intimidated.

Letting the words she just heard sink in Santana glances at the little cake in front of her, only now noticing there is a smiley face made out of icing on the top of it.

It strikes her as a bit weird that first the chef send out extra breadsticks for her and now this. She briefly wonders is chef Pierce is some kind of creeper that gets off on having her eat stuff.

Then she shakes the thought. She knows she is probably being silly and that these people are probably just genuinely that nice. Something she is not at all used to in her line of work.

Besides" never look a gift horse in the mouth and all...

Now, the longer she stares at the little smiley face the cuter it seems to get. After a while she almost starts feeling bad for having to cut into it in order to eat it.

Almost though because with a tiny smile she eventually picks up the little fork that's on the plate too and uses it to take a smile bite of the cake.

Her smile growing as she enjoys the rich taste of cake, fruits, nuts and a little tinge of liquor. Not at all aware about the gleaming pair of cheerful blue eyes watching her carefully.

Don't worry, Britt and Santana will meet for sure in the next part! ;)

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