Chapter 1: The New
Ranae' Ramirez made sure her curly red hair covered much of her face as she shyly went about her first day of work at a swank restaraunt in Boston, Massachusetts. She had just recently moved there to attend the Berklee College of Music, where she'd be pursuing her dream of being a producer. She started working at the restaraunt to pull in extra money to help with her tuition.
She walked to the back to put in another order.
"Um...I need an order of risotto." she said shyly, not looking at the cook.
"Is there a reason you're not looking me in the eye?" he asked. She looked up and smiled sheepishly.
"No, I'm just....."
"Nervous? Don't be. I'm Pacey Witter." he said. "I'd shake your hand but I'm wrist deep in tomatoes here."
"I'm Ranae' Ramirez." she replied.
"Ra-na-ya..." he drew her name out. "That's an interesting name."
"I guess....um...I kinda need to...."
"Get back to work? Okay, go ahead. But you don't have to hide behind that pretty red hair of yours, you know." Pacey said with a smile and went back to chopping up tomatoes. She gave him a tiny smile and went to go grab another order that belonged at one of her tables.
5 Hours Later....
Ranae' sighed. Closing time finally. Her shift had been long and exhausting. She sat down in a chair in order to catch her breath.
"So, Ra-na-ya...where ya from?" a voice said as the kitchen doors swung open.
Ranae' smiled. She liked this Pacey guy so far. "Raleigh, North Carolina."
"North Carolina huh? I'm from Capeside, Massachusetts. So what brings you here to Boston?" Pacey asked.
"Why are you asking so many questions?" Ranae' asked, stripping a table cloth off a table.
"I just like to get to know my co-workers, that's all."
"Well, I'm in school." Ranae' said.
"Where? My friends go to places all over here."
"Berklee College of Music."
"Oh, so you're a singer?"
"Not yet. But I wanna be. And maybe a producer." Ranae' said with a smile as Pacey joined her in stripping all the tables of their tablecloths.
"That's cool." Pacey said.
"So what are you doing in Boston?"
"Working here."
"You don't go to school?"
"Nope. I'm done with school. School's done with me." Pacey said. Ranae' laughed.
"You sound like me, I'm only going to Berklee to learn how to produce. I can take or leave school."
"Ah, see great minds think alike." Pacey said. When they had finished with the tablecloths, they took them to the back.
"Well, Ramirez, nice meeting you." Pacey said, sticking out his hand. "I didn't get to shake your hand before."
Ranae' shook his hand. "Nice meeting you too, Witter. See you tomorrow."
"Adios amigo."
"Baro con dios." Ranae' replied.
"Oh see there, you've lost me." Pacey said with a smile before leaving. Ranae' smiled to herself as she grabbed her purse. So far her first day of work had been pretty good.
Later....
"What are you smiling about?" Jack asked, referring to the mile wild grin on Pacey's face.
"Oh I recognize that cheesy face." Joey said. "You look like a cat who just got the cream."
"Pace, who'd you sleep with and what college does she go to so one of us can comfort her?" Jen asked.
"Excuse me, Lindley, I slept with no one. However, there is a new waitress at the restaraunt...and she is....oooh. Nice."
"See, it's always about a girl." Joey said.
"So what about this girl?" Audrey asked, getting into Pacey's business. "What's her name?"
"Ranae' Ramirez." Pacey replied, taking a bite of pizza. Joey, Jack, Jen, Dawson, Audrey, and Pacey were having another one of their get-togethers.
"Where's she from?"
"North Carolina."
"Is she pretty?"
"Audrey, I'd like to consume my pizza in peace, alright? It's been a long day, and I haven't ate since noon."
"Okay, okay. I just like to keep tabs on everyone." Audrey replied.
"Pacey, is she hot?" Dawson asked.
"She's a babe." Pacey said with a grin.
"Way to go." Jack said with a laugh.
The Next Day....
"Ah, Ramirez, we meet again." Pacey said as she walked into the kitchen at one in the afternoon.
"I am so tired. I didn't get any sleep last night, I was up studying."
"Music? What's there to study?" Pacey asked. He turned on the radio to prove his point.
"Not just music, studio production and engineering. Mic levels, reverbs...."
"Okay you're speaking in code." Pacey said.
"It's hard. I stayed in the studio all night long." Ranae' replied.
"Well, if you'd like, that is if you're not too tired, and seeing as how it is a Friday night, you wanna hang out?"
"I don't get off til nine."
"Neither do I. We could have a late dinner, and I could show you my boat."
"You have a boat?"
"Yes ma'am I do."
"Okay, that sounds like....fun."
"Don't sound too happy." Pacey said.
"I'm sorry Pacey, it's just...this whole dating concept I'm not really familiar with."
"Well, it's time to change that, right Miss Ramirez?" Pacey asked.
"I guess so. I'm eighteen, time to grow up." she replied.
"Ranae'! Table six!" someone yelled.
"See ya in a couple hours, Ramirez."
"You're on, Witter."
Ranae' Ramirez made sure her curly red hair covered much of her face as she shyly went about her first day of work at a swank restaraunt in Boston, Massachusetts. She had just recently moved there to attend the Berklee College of Music, where she'd be pursuing her dream of being a producer. She started working at the restaraunt to pull in extra money to help with her tuition.
She walked to the back to put in another order.
"Um...I need an order of risotto." she said shyly, not looking at the cook.
"Is there a reason you're not looking me in the eye?" he asked. She looked up and smiled sheepishly.
"No, I'm just....."
"Nervous? Don't be. I'm Pacey Witter." he said. "I'd shake your hand but I'm wrist deep in tomatoes here."
"I'm Ranae' Ramirez." she replied.
"Ra-na-ya..." he drew her name out. "That's an interesting name."
"I guess....um...I kinda need to...."
"Get back to work? Okay, go ahead. But you don't have to hide behind that pretty red hair of yours, you know." Pacey said with a smile and went back to chopping up tomatoes. She gave him a tiny smile and went to go grab another order that belonged at one of her tables.
5 Hours Later....
Ranae' sighed. Closing time finally. Her shift had been long and exhausting. She sat down in a chair in order to catch her breath.
"So, Ra-na-ya...where ya from?" a voice said as the kitchen doors swung open.
Ranae' smiled. She liked this Pacey guy so far. "Raleigh, North Carolina."
"North Carolina huh? I'm from Capeside, Massachusetts. So what brings you here to Boston?" Pacey asked.
"Why are you asking so many questions?" Ranae' asked, stripping a table cloth off a table.
"I just like to get to know my co-workers, that's all."
"Well, I'm in school." Ranae' said.
"Where? My friends go to places all over here."
"Berklee College of Music."
"Oh, so you're a singer?"
"Not yet. But I wanna be. And maybe a producer." Ranae' said with a smile as Pacey joined her in stripping all the tables of their tablecloths.
"That's cool." Pacey said.
"So what are you doing in Boston?"
"Working here."
"You don't go to school?"
"Nope. I'm done with school. School's done with me." Pacey said. Ranae' laughed.
"You sound like me, I'm only going to Berklee to learn how to produce. I can take or leave school."
"Ah, see great minds think alike." Pacey said. When they had finished with the tablecloths, they took them to the back.
"Well, Ramirez, nice meeting you." Pacey said, sticking out his hand. "I didn't get to shake your hand before."
Ranae' shook his hand. "Nice meeting you too, Witter. See you tomorrow."
"Adios amigo."
"Baro con dios." Ranae' replied.
"Oh see there, you've lost me." Pacey said with a smile before leaving. Ranae' smiled to herself as she grabbed her purse. So far her first day of work had been pretty good.
Later....
"What are you smiling about?" Jack asked, referring to the mile wild grin on Pacey's face.
"Oh I recognize that cheesy face." Joey said. "You look like a cat who just got the cream."
"Pace, who'd you sleep with and what college does she go to so one of us can comfort her?" Jen asked.
"Excuse me, Lindley, I slept with no one. However, there is a new waitress at the restaraunt...and she is....oooh. Nice."
"See, it's always about a girl." Joey said.
"So what about this girl?" Audrey asked, getting into Pacey's business. "What's her name?"
"Ranae' Ramirez." Pacey replied, taking a bite of pizza. Joey, Jack, Jen, Dawson, Audrey, and Pacey were having another one of their get-togethers.
"Where's she from?"
"North Carolina."
"Is she pretty?"
"Audrey, I'd like to consume my pizza in peace, alright? It's been a long day, and I haven't ate since noon."
"Okay, okay. I just like to keep tabs on everyone." Audrey replied.
"Pacey, is she hot?" Dawson asked.
"She's a babe." Pacey said with a grin.
"Way to go." Jack said with a laugh.
The Next Day....
"Ah, Ramirez, we meet again." Pacey said as she walked into the kitchen at one in the afternoon.
"I am so tired. I didn't get any sleep last night, I was up studying."
"Music? What's there to study?" Pacey asked. He turned on the radio to prove his point.
"Not just music, studio production and engineering. Mic levels, reverbs...."
"Okay you're speaking in code." Pacey said.
"It's hard. I stayed in the studio all night long." Ranae' replied.
"Well, if you'd like, that is if you're not too tired, and seeing as how it is a Friday night, you wanna hang out?"
"I don't get off til nine."
"Neither do I. We could have a late dinner, and I could show you my boat."
"You have a boat?"
"Yes ma'am I do."
"Okay, that sounds like....fun."
"Don't sound too happy." Pacey said.
"I'm sorry Pacey, it's just...this whole dating concept I'm not really familiar with."
"Well, it's time to change that, right Miss Ramirez?" Pacey asked.
"I guess so. I'm eighteen, time to grow up." she replied.
"Ranae'! Table six!" someone yelled.
"See ya in a couple hours, Ramirez."
"You're on, Witter."
