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"Speaking"
'Thoughts'
Chapter 3
The food soon arrived and Lita placed it on Nathan's table with a grin.
"Enjoy!" Lita said with eyes twinkling.
Nathan sensed something was up. He slowly picked up his fork and tasted a bit of sausage.
"Ahhh!!!" He immediately spat it out and downed some wine. "This is so.ughhh! What the hell did you put in it?" He asked Lita.
Lita grinned even more. "Why it's my own version of the dish, I thought you would know what choucroute garnie would taste like. Maybe you don't have much knowledge in cuisine after all."
"I know what it tastes like, and this is not it." Nathan could feel the burning heat in his throat from the spices and his eyes were beginning to water.
"Oh is that it? Maybe you didn't sample the traditional creation."
Nathan gritted his teeth. "Never mind, I'm not hungry anyway, I'll skip this and have dessert." Suddenly a light bulb flashed in his head. 'Perfect.' He thought.
"All right, what would you like to order?" Lita had lightened up considerably.
"I'll have a slice of apricot linzer torte."
"Coming right up."
Nathan had gone through 26 different desserts already and still haven't eaten more than a spoonful. Every time a new treat was brought to his table, he sampled only a tinsy weeny bit of it and sent it back. Lita was growing annoyed with every second as she watched more deserts go to waste. She would be out of business soon if she didn't stop him.
"Excuse me sir, but what is it that you can't seem to find the right dessert even after 26 taste tests? If you do not finish you next dessert sir, I am warning you, it will no longer be a free replacement." Lita said, clenching her fists, it looked like Nathan had already racked up his bill to more than sixty dollars.
Nathan glanced up nonchalantly as he sent back yet another slice of cake to be dumped in the garbage. "I think I will have a slice of, no, better make it an entire blueberry cream cheesecake."
Lita gasped "Are you sure you will be able to finish it?" She said in an icy tone.
"Maybe." Nathan replied. 'Damn! Getting on her nerves is fun!'
"Arghhh!" Lita stomped off, wishing she could poison the jerk.
Lita soon arrived bearing the rather large cake, she practically slammed it on the table.
"Aren't you going to slice it for me?" Nathan asked devilishly. Lita silently fumed. 'I can't talk it anymore! I swear that if I get one more word out of him I'll probably explode!' She picked the sharp bladed knife and cut the cake-imagining herself sawing off his head. She used the cake lifter and slid a slice on to a plate ready for his judgment of doom.
Nathan eyed it carefully, then tasted it. "Did you happen to use blended jam instead of fresh blueberries?"
Lita could no longer think logically, she was seeing red. She didn't realize what she was doing until she did it. She picked up the cake stand and smashed the cake into Nathan's face.
Nathan was stunned. In that moment it was like time had frozen. There he was, his face covered with cake, which was also on his shirt, mouth gaping, and with surprised eyes. Everyone in the restaurant, including the kitchen staff was staring at the scene openly.
When Lita looked at the expression on Nathan's face, she started laughing maniacally, with tears running down her face.
Nathan had never been more humiliated in his life. 'This woman is insane! How can she stand there and laugh! What is wrong with her?'
When he finally got his head back, Nathan picked up a napkin and wiped his face, which was pretty red. He looked at the still laughing Lita with menace. "You will regret this, mark my words, you will seriously regret this." He said in a loud angry voice. He then stormed out of the restaurant, getting looks from passerby in the parking lot. Nathan slammed the door hard as he got into his car, he just could not believe that woman had the nerve to do something like that. He screeched out of his parking his space and drove off to his office like a madman.
It was Sunday and Lita had taken the day off to relax. She was doing her shopping at a local grocery store and stopped by the magazine rack to pick up one of her favorite food magazines. She flipped to the table of contents and was surprised when she saw that this week her restaurant had been reviewed.
'Hmm.wonder what they're going to say about me?' Lita thought excitedly, browsing the pages until she found the article. But soon her excitement and happiness turned sour as she processed the words and by the end she was totally devastated.
'How could they have known? Was the writer actually there? I can't believe this!' The review had given a very detailed summary of what happened on Friday night, with sarcastic comments in abundance littered throughout.
Lita read the author's name. 'Nathan Philer. That's the same guy who gave me a crappy review a week ago! Why, when I get my hands on him I'll.arghhh.stupid jerk!' Lita hurriedly skimmed through some other culinary magazines and found that all the major publications and more carried the same review. She picked up some newspapers and found the same situation.
Lita quickly paid for her groceries and stormed home in a foul mood; her entire day had just been ruined. She opened her front door, dropped the bags in the hall and plopped on to the couch to watch TV. Lita turned to her favorite channel- the food network- and watched a few minutes of programming before the commercials came on.
Her mouth dropped open at the second commercial. It was advertising cookware-by the Philer Company. And it went on to show a clip of La Cache and its empty tables while a voice said, "Here is a perfect example of a restaurant that made a very bad choice. Why? It didn't use our Philer cookware. No wonder it has been voted L.A's fastest plummeting restaurant. So make the right choice, use Philer's cookware, because we guarantee satisfaction."
Lita picked up a vase and was about to smash the TV with it when the doorbell rang. She gave the glass screen a death stare before shutting it off.
"What!" She barked at Ami, who was standing outside the door.
"Hi Lita. Umm.are you okay?"
"I'm perfectly fine thank you except my day and possibly my entire business is ruined!" she virtually screamed.
"Well, calm down, I'm sure it's no biggie." Ami said nervously.
"Have you read the magazines, the newspapers or have watched TV? Have you noticed those horrible reviews and that horrible commercial?"
"Well actually yes. And you might as well include the internet, subways stations, and bus stops, not to mention there is five different Philer commercials on 7 different networks."
"How did you know all that?"
"Well I did a little research." Ami said sheepishly. "I have a lot of time on my hands, you could say."
"No really?" Lita said dryly. "This Nathan Philer must have it in for me, or does he do this all the time?"
"No I think this is a first."
"This guy must be insane! What have I done to him? I don't even know who he is for gods sake!"
"That is one mystery I can't solve. By the way, Marcus told me to get you to go by the restaurant today, he seems to be having some problems. He tried to call you, but you weren't home, so he asked me to stop by."
"All right, I might as well get it over with. Are you coming?"
"No, I'm on my way to the library."
"I thought your private collection could outdo any library in the city?" Lita teased.
"I'm making book donations. Isn't it obvious?" Ami grinned.
"What's wrong Marcus?"
"I quit!" Said the young chef standing before her. "No one appreciates my work any more! There is no future here for me! I must leave this place of bad luck!" he wailed hysterically.
"What are, you talking about? I leave you in charge for one day and it's too much for you to handle?" Lita exclaimed. 'Marcus is a good chef but sometimes he is way to proud and sensitive.'
"That's just it! There has been nothing to handle! No one has stepped into this place since I opened the door this morning!"
"But that's impossible! The weekend is our busiest time! Are you sure you turned on the open sign?"
"Arghhh! That is it! I'm leaving! I'll seek my fortune elsewhere!" and with that Marcus took off his apron and ran out.
Lita looked at the rest of her staff. "Is it true? No one has come in?" Her employees slowly nodded. Lita sighed. 'I knew it! This is all because of Philer and that jerk who couldn't stop annoying me! When I see him again, not only will I throw a cake in his face, I'll cream him into dessert!
"Okay guys. I guess no one is coming, so just take the day off and close La Cache for today." Lita said to her kitchen crew.
A month later.
Lita was the only one in the restaurant, the open sign was not flashing. She had given her staff another day off, business was not good, and only 4 customers had entered the door in the last month. Lita was currently at the bar, drowning her sorrows with alcoholic beverages. Soon she was totally drunk and unconscious, lying on the tiled floor of the bar.
Meanwhile.
"Hey dudes whatcha wanna do today?" Asked a man who was currently smoking pot with his gangster friends.
"I'm don't feel like looting convenience stores, that is just so used man."
"I know." Replied another drugged male. "How about we go trash that place somewhere near here? No one is there anyway. No one bothers to go there anymore."
"Yeah! Good idea."
Soon the four headed off to La Cache.
"Hey, the back door is open! Let's go in!"
"Way cool machines man!" One guy said, checking out the rotisserie.
"Yeah check out these gadgets!" Another exclaimed, opening a cupboard and pulling out several flame scorchers. He proceeded to turn one on but burned himself. "Ouch!" H exclaimed as he accidentally tossed it into a basket of dishtowels, setting them aflame.
"Holy Shit! Let's get out of here!" Yelled another. The group dashed out and into the night.
Author's Note: I finally updated!!! I'm so busy right with major projects and exams so I really don't have a lot of time to write. I know this chapter sucks but it was all I could come up with so bear with me here. I'm also working on another story so look for that when I get the first chapter out! Please review!
"Speaking"
'Thoughts'
Chapter 3
The food soon arrived and Lita placed it on Nathan's table with a grin.
"Enjoy!" Lita said with eyes twinkling.
Nathan sensed something was up. He slowly picked up his fork and tasted a bit of sausage.
"Ahhh!!!" He immediately spat it out and downed some wine. "This is so.ughhh! What the hell did you put in it?" He asked Lita.
Lita grinned even more. "Why it's my own version of the dish, I thought you would know what choucroute garnie would taste like. Maybe you don't have much knowledge in cuisine after all."
"I know what it tastes like, and this is not it." Nathan could feel the burning heat in his throat from the spices and his eyes were beginning to water.
"Oh is that it? Maybe you didn't sample the traditional creation."
Nathan gritted his teeth. "Never mind, I'm not hungry anyway, I'll skip this and have dessert." Suddenly a light bulb flashed in his head. 'Perfect.' He thought.
"All right, what would you like to order?" Lita had lightened up considerably.
"I'll have a slice of apricot linzer torte."
"Coming right up."
Nathan had gone through 26 different desserts already and still haven't eaten more than a spoonful. Every time a new treat was brought to his table, he sampled only a tinsy weeny bit of it and sent it back. Lita was growing annoyed with every second as she watched more deserts go to waste. She would be out of business soon if she didn't stop him.
"Excuse me sir, but what is it that you can't seem to find the right dessert even after 26 taste tests? If you do not finish you next dessert sir, I am warning you, it will no longer be a free replacement." Lita said, clenching her fists, it looked like Nathan had already racked up his bill to more than sixty dollars.
Nathan glanced up nonchalantly as he sent back yet another slice of cake to be dumped in the garbage. "I think I will have a slice of, no, better make it an entire blueberry cream cheesecake."
Lita gasped "Are you sure you will be able to finish it?" She said in an icy tone.
"Maybe." Nathan replied. 'Damn! Getting on her nerves is fun!'
"Arghhh!" Lita stomped off, wishing she could poison the jerk.
Lita soon arrived bearing the rather large cake, she practically slammed it on the table.
"Aren't you going to slice it for me?" Nathan asked devilishly. Lita silently fumed. 'I can't talk it anymore! I swear that if I get one more word out of him I'll probably explode!' She picked the sharp bladed knife and cut the cake-imagining herself sawing off his head. She used the cake lifter and slid a slice on to a plate ready for his judgment of doom.
Nathan eyed it carefully, then tasted it. "Did you happen to use blended jam instead of fresh blueberries?"
Lita could no longer think logically, she was seeing red. She didn't realize what she was doing until she did it. She picked up the cake stand and smashed the cake into Nathan's face.
Nathan was stunned. In that moment it was like time had frozen. There he was, his face covered with cake, which was also on his shirt, mouth gaping, and with surprised eyes. Everyone in the restaurant, including the kitchen staff was staring at the scene openly.
When Lita looked at the expression on Nathan's face, she started laughing maniacally, with tears running down her face.
Nathan had never been more humiliated in his life. 'This woman is insane! How can she stand there and laugh! What is wrong with her?'
When he finally got his head back, Nathan picked up a napkin and wiped his face, which was pretty red. He looked at the still laughing Lita with menace. "You will regret this, mark my words, you will seriously regret this." He said in a loud angry voice. He then stormed out of the restaurant, getting looks from passerby in the parking lot. Nathan slammed the door hard as he got into his car, he just could not believe that woman had the nerve to do something like that. He screeched out of his parking his space and drove off to his office like a madman.
It was Sunday and Lita had taken the day off to relax. She was doing her shopping at a local grocery store and stopped by the magazine rack to pick up one of her favorite food magazines. She flipped to the table of contents and was surprised when she saw that this week her restaurant had been reviewed.
'Hmm.wonder what they're going to say about me?' Lita thought excitedly, browsing the pages until she found the article. But soon her excitement and happiness turned sour as she processed the words and by the end she was totally devastated.
'How could they have known? Was the writer actually there? I can't believe this!' The review had given a very detailed summary of what happened on Friday night, with sarcastic comments in abundance littered throughout.
Lita read the author's name. 'Nathan Philer. That's the same guy who gave me a crappy review a week ago! Why, when I get my hands on him I'll.arghhh.stupid jerk!' Lita hurriedly skimmed through some other culinary magazines and found that all the major publications and more carried the same review. She picked up some newspapers and found the same situation.
Lita quickly paid for her groceries and stormed home in a foul mood; her entire day had just been ruined. She opened her front door, dropped the bags in the hall and plopped on to the couch to watch TV. Lita turned to her favorite channel- the food network- and watched a few minutes of programming before the commercials came on.
Her mouth dropped open at the second commercial. It was advertising cookware-by the Philer Company. And it went on to show a clip of La Cache and its empty tables while a voice said, "Here is a perfect example of a restaurant that made a very bad choice. Why? It didn't use our Philer cookware. No wonder it has been voted L.A's fastest plummeting restaurant. So make the right choice, use Philer's cookware, because we guarantee satisfaction."
Lita picked up a vase and was about to smash the TV with it when the doorbell rang. She gave the glass screen a death stare before shutting it off.
"What!" She barked at Ami, who was standing outside the door.
"Hi Lita. Umm.are you okay?"
"I'm perfectly fine thank you except my day and possibly my entire business is ruined!" she virtually screamed.
"Well, calm down, I'm sure it's no biggie." Ami said nervously.
"Have you read the magazines, the newspapers or have watched TV? Have you noticed those horrible reviews and that horrible commercial?"
"Well actually yes. And you might as well include the internet, subways stations, and bus stops, not to mention there is five different Philer commercials on 7 different networks."
"How did you know all that?"
"Well I did a little research." Ami said sheepishly. "I have a lot of time on my hands, you could say."
"No really?" Lita said dryly. "This Nathan Philer must have it in for me, or does he do this all the time?"
"No I think this is a first."
"This guy must be insane! What have I done to him? I don't even know who he is for gods sake!"
"That is one mystery I can't solve. By the way, Marcus told me to get you to go by the restaurant today, he seems to be having some problems. He tried to call you, but you weren't home, so he asked me to stop by."
"All right, I might as well get it over with. Are you coming?"
"No, I'm on my way to the library."
"I thought your private collection could outdo any library in the city?" Lita teased.
"I'm making book donations. Isn't it obvious?" Ami grinned.
"What's wrong Marcus?"
"I quit!" Said the young chef standing before her. "No one appreciates my work any more! There is no future here for me! I must leave this place of bad luck!" he wailed hysterically.
"What are, you talking about? I leave you in charge for one day and it's too much for you to handle?" Lita exclaimed. 'Marcus is a good chef but sometimes he is way to proud and sensitive.'
"That's just it! There has been nothing to handle! No one has stepped into this place since I opened the door this morning!"
"But that's impossible! The weekend is our busiest time! Are you sure you turned on the open sign?"
"Arghhh! That is it! I'm leaving! I'll seek my fortune elsewhere!" and with that Marcus took off his apron and ran out.
Lita looked at the rest of her staff. "Is it true? No one has come in?" Her employees slowly nodded. Lita sighed. 'I knew it! This is all because of Philer and that jerk who couldn't stop annoying me! When I see him again, not only will I throw a cake in his face, I'll cream him into dessert!
"Okay guys. I guess no one is coming, so just take the day off and close La Cache for today." Lita said to her kitchen crew.
A month later.
Lita was the only one in the restaurant, the open sign was not flashing. She had given her staff another day off, business was not good, and only 4 customers had entered the door in the last month. Lita was currently at the bar, drowning her sorrows with alcoholic beverages. Soon she was totally drunk and unconscious, lying on the tiled floor of the bar.
Meanwhile.
"Hey dudes whatcha wanna do today?" Asked a man who was currently smoking pot with his gangster friends.
"I'm don't feel like looting convenience stores, that is just so used man."
"I know." Replied another drugged male. "How about we go trash that place somewhere near here? No one is there anyway. No one bothers to go there anymore."
"Yeah! Good idea."
Soon the four headed off to La Cache.
"Hey, the back door is open! Let's go in!"
"Way cool machines man!" One guy said, checking out the rotisserie.
"Yeah check out these gadgets!" Another exclaimed, opening a cupboard and pulling out several flame scorchers. He proceeded to turn one on but burned himself. "Ouch!" H exclaimed as he accidentally tossed it into a basket of dishtowels, setting them aflame.
"Holy Shit! Let's get out of here!" Yelled another. The group dashed out and into the night.
Author's Note: I finally updated!!! I'm so busy right with major projects and exams so I really don't have a lot of time to write. I know this chapter sucks but it was all I could come up with so bear with me here. I'm also working on another story so look for that when I get the first chapter out! Please review!