I hadn't eaten breakfast this morning and I was starved. Another day that I was on time. It's boring to be on time. Sigh. I walked over to the refridgorator and opened it. Come to think of it, I wasn't even hungry. My stomach hurted. I closed it and turned around and oh whoop Gaaras here. My heart left the building. I think it's committing suicide right now...
"Why don't you make noise when you enter the room? If you gave me a heart attack you'll have to cook in here all by yourself with no help."
He looked like he was thinking about what I said. Then he shrugged.
"You don't care, do you?"
"No."
I gasped. "You can talk!"
He shook his head, rolled his eyes and walked somewhere else. I never really got to take a tour around the kitchen. I walked over to the section with the door he finally appeared in. So that's how he got here. I walked elsewhere. There was a big walk in freezer that I could get stuck in. Not going in there, that's for sure. I walked up to where he was standing by some sinks. "You know, we've never been properly introduced. I'm Alexis," I said, holding out my hand. I doubted he would take it, but it was at least worth a try. And I was right of course. He just looked at it.
"Sabaku no Gaara," he said after awhile.
I retracted my hand. "Sabaku... If I recall correctly, that means desert, right? So... Gaara of the desert. I study Japanese online sometimes. I'm not any good." And it seemed like we were having some sort of communication until
"Order up!" I groaned. I found my way over to the door. I started reading it.
"What is this?" he asked pointing to something.
"It's Linguine. Umm... I don't know what that is or how to make it. Do you by any chance..." He shook his head. "Great. This should be fun." I took the order list back from him. "And Raviloi? Like... Chef Boyardi? Or the real stuff?" I looked at him.
"You will help me, right?" He shook his head. "No? Oh please??" He shook his head again. "I can't fake this one! I..." and then a thought occurred to me. The internet. There had to be some kind of computer here. There wasn't one in the kitchen but there had to be one elsewhere. "Come with me. We have to find a computer somewhere." We walked around stealthily trying not to be seen, but we were in like, white lab coats roamin' around the restaurant. How could we not be seen. But who really cared, ne? We found an office(that just happened to belong to 'Mr.French'.) "Okay, let me work my magic," I said running over tot he computer. I went on Google and found out how to make Ravioli and Linguine. I printed that out and we ran back to the kitchen. And there were four more orders! "You are definately helping out," I told him.
"Fine," he said and put on his chef's outfit. I smiled sincerely. Finally I was getting some help. And he was good. Me on the other hand? Well, let's just say that I would have given them the canned stuff instead.