A/N: Still working!
Disclaimer: Do I own it? I think...maybe...? Wait, no.
As the busier period drew to an end, Cathy turned to Yuri.
"You've worked well, Yuri. Especially for your first day. So I'll let you do a little cooking, alright? Just make sure to cook what's on the orders," she said.
Yuri nodded, looking happy, and headed to the back. It was stifling, the heat from the various ovens and the people bustling around only adding to the atmosphere.
Yuri was quickly taken to an area to do his cooking, given a few orders and left to his devices. Glancing at them, he saw most of them were relatively simple and began cooking.
What became suddenly, scarily obvious was the reactions from the food he cooked. Most people quickly finished it off, compliments drifting from various areas, and when paying they would give a much higher tip than normal. When another waiter came back and handed Cathy the money, she frowned.
"Flynn!" she called, deciding, he would be best in this situation.
"Yes?"
"I want you to only take out Yuri's orders. Mark the tables he does. Then when they want to pay, check the tip. I just want to figure out a hunch."
"Um..sure, I guess.." Flynn replied, a little confused, before padding off into the kitchen to get Yuri's latest order.
Half eleven rolled around, and Flynn headed back to Cathy, passing her his notebook. She glanced at it before blinking.
"...Yuri's staying in the kitchen," she decided. Then she glanced at him. "And you're waiting his tables."
"Why?"
Cathy raised an eyebrow and he hurriedly raised his hands in surrender. "Sorry, sorry! I'll get to it!" he said quickly, rushing off.
At lunch time, Yuri learned just how ridiculously busy the kitchen got.
There were many more orders than people, and Yuri found them piling on him. He continued to easily cook the orders, and though confused by Flynn being the only one taking them out, was happy enough to just see the blond pretty much constantly.
After a while, however, he shook his head.
"I can't cook them on time. People want their orders quickly, and I'm too precise for that. You'll just have more irritated customers on your hands," he said to Cathy.
She bit her lip, the nodded. "Alright. You come out front and serve people, I'll get one of the boys to take over and do the cooking until it calms a little," she decided. Then she sighed. "I really am being far too nice to you," she scolded before hurrying out.
Yuri shrugged then also went out front, starting to take orders once more.
As they headed back to the flat, Yuri groaned, stretching.
"That was ridiculous. You do this every week?" he asked.
Flynn shrugged. "I like it, actually. Well, I don't enjoy dealing with awkward customers, but the business suits me."
"I'd prefer just being able to cook at my own pace...Heh, maybe we should open our own café or something," he said with a grin.
"I'm not sure how that would work out...but yes, it is a possible career path," Flynn agreed.
"But man, how do you do that for so long? I just want to go home and collapse.."
"It's tiring, I admit, but it feels like it's worth it."
"Heh, that's true. Well, can't say I didn't enjoy myself a little."
"I'm glad you liked it. But you could just get an easier shift, you know. You don't have to do mine."
"Nah, I don't mind. I'd probably just be hanging around there while you were out anyway, and I wouldn't even get to spend time with you because you'd be working."
"I guess. ...Should we just have a microwaveable tonight?"
"Oh god please."
A couple of weeks later, there was a knock on the door. Flynn went to answer it, a little confused; usually they didn't get any visitors.
He blinked as he caught sight of Raven. "Raven? What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Is Yuri in?"
"Yeah...Yuri? It's for you," Flynn said, glancing back.
Yuri looked up in surprise before walking over, standing next to Flynn who quickly excused himself and grinning at Raven. "It's you, old man? I thought it might be some hot girl asking for a date."
"She'd be disappointed then, wouldn't she. Anyway, I'm here on business, Yuri. We've got a date."
Yuri blinked before his face set. "When?"
"Two months. The 29th."
Yuri gave a shaky breath, clenching his fists slightly. "Two months...Why so fast?"
"Mr Macindaw tried to press charges against Flynn fer injuring him. It was quickly brought to light that because of him, both ya and Flynn ended up injured as well."
"He's out of the hospital? Is he alright?"
"He should make a full recovery," Raven replied, shrugging.
"Good.." Yuri mumbled, closing his eyes.
"I'd have thought ya would have preferred it he had died," Raven said in surprise.
Yuri glanced away. "...I don't want Tyler like us," he said finally. He shook his head. "I don't want anybody like us."
"I guess that's true. Well, no need ta worry anymore. I'll be on my way then."
"Alright. Thanks."
"No problem. But come visit, okay? Karol's begging to see ya."
"I'll see if I can make some time," Yuri promised, watching as he headed off before closing the door.
"So?" asked Flynn.
"The trial's in two months."
"So soon? How come?"
"Macindaw pressed charges but it backfired," Yuri replied.
"Huh...Well, it shouldn't be long until everything's sorted out then," Flynn said, relieved.
Yuri nodded, grinning. "I am going to be so glad when this is all over," he agreed.
A/N: In case anyone was wondering (wow, lots of reference stuff!), trials take a looong time. My mum is having one soon, but it's not for a few months, and we've been waiting about a year now anyway. That's how long it takes. My only excuse for this is that Macindaw is a pretty influential guy, so because of his fame, his trial would be a lot faster.
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