Komastu had made it back just a minute over her 30 minute lunch break, and was relieved to find that the head chef was no where insight. That man seemed to take a likening to point out minuscule problems because he couldn't find any major ones. "Well, well, if it isn't the little prodigy herself! Finally decided to grace us lowly beings with your presence?"
'Speak of the devil and he shall appear.' Looking over to see a short, (not as short as her though) perfectly egg-shaped man with a overly curled mustache, and hair looking overly-gelled and for the mother of god looked like a rabid squirrel made a nest out of it. "I'm back, Tamago-san." Komastu bowed deeply as she quickly made her way to the changing room. Not before getting her arm grabbed by the oval man.
"Hold on a minute there, now why don't' you tell me where you went today? I went to the break room for employees and you weren't there, I don't like my chef's disappearing even when it's there break." Komastu's skin crawled where he touched her.
"I just went outside to enjoy the sun." Komastu pulled her arm away from the man. Tamago was the head chef here, and ever since she wowed a big crowd when he took a day off he's had a eye on her. But lately it's just gone from a glance here or there, to every time she moved, and now he started demanded to know where she is every minute. Komastu thought at first that he just might just want to know where his reliable staff was at. But lately she felt eyes on her at all times. Slapping her cheeks she put on a smile and headed for the bathroom. 'Must be my imagination!' she thought.
She was very wrong.
Tamago wasn't just keeping an eye on her because she was good at cooking, but more so because even he could see that she was a diamond in the rough. And to him with a little polish this gem would gleam under his supervision, in more ways than one. Komastu was a very pretty woman indeed, with hair cut short, a little longer than the widow's peak she sported for years, huge dark eyes framed with thick lashes, upturn nose, slim but strong body, not to mention it was curvy in all the right places. Besides it wasn't very often he found such a pretty girl shorter then himself.
Tamago smiled to himself as he thought of how this beauty would succumb to him. Some of the cooks who were also coming back from lunch shook their heads at the man as he was lost in his fantasies. Komastu had know come back from the bathroom fully dressed in her chef uniform and rushing to the kitchen to prep for the late lunches and the dinner rush soon to follow.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 6 hours later: 9:00 p.m.
Komatsu stretched her arms upward as her coworkers departed for the day, most of them going off to have a drink or two. Waving goodbye she headed for the subway, and after about 6 minutes of people shoving against her she was finally home. Turning on the stove to boil some water for tea while she changed she thought back to that sweet little energetic girl she met earlier.
'Probably the greatest part about today was that child got to eat my homemade cooking. She looked like a little chipmunk with her cheeks all stuffed. ' She giggled at that. Hearing the teapot scream she made herself a cup of green tea and settled down at the table with some leftovers from the restaurant. Thinking about having lunch at the park tomorrow, if Tamago didn't catch her leaving, she thought about what to make. Then it hit her.
"My lunch box! Well looks like tuber ware for me tomorrow." She chucked at her own joke. After the tea was finished and the dinner dishes all cleaned she headed for bed, and as she laid down with a smile. She didn't know why but she felt like something interesting was going to happen soon. She faded to sleep while that idea lingered and slept very peacefully.