A year after his relocation, Russell was walking through the once unfamiliar streets of England that he was slowly, but surely getting used to. People staring at his blank eyes all the while, he came across an unfamiliar coffee shop. Although the place screamed gross, his sleepy self begged him to walk inside the dilapidated joint. He had nothing else to do with his life at the moment, and he desperately needed caffein, so he walked towards it.
Inside said coffee shop, there was an employee named Miho Hatori. Miho was a foreign exchange student working a shitty job at a coffee shop with shitty coffee. The hours were long, the pay was bad, and, well, to say she didn't enjoy it would be an understatement.
"Noodle!", her co-workers called to her in an overly superior, mocking tone that they reserved only for her. She grumbled under her breath as she walked over to him, glaring for all it was worth. Just another thing she hated about the place; the workers were also all racist jerks.
When she first landed the job to help pay for her school expenses, the first thing they did when she introduced herself was laugh about her accent, and promptly give her the degrading nickname - Noodle. She had no problem with noodles, in fact, they were one of her favorite foods; it was the discriminatory intent that mattered.
She had been staying up all week studying, and her better judgement was fried under exhaustion. Thus, she stormed over to her snickering coworkers even though the better, more well-rested part of her told her not to.
"For the last time, my name is Hatori!" she said to the one who called out to her. She didn't offer her first name to them, as it would be as impolite to call her Miho as it was to call her Noodle.
The man, named Josh, eyed her haughtily.
"Oh, I'm sorry Noodle." He sneered. "But you asians don't have the right to decide what your superiors call you."
This caused Miho to turn as red as a beet. This would be too much for even her regular, not-fried-under-exhaustion self. The other workers and most of the customers in the shop were laughing at her flushed face, and voicing their agreement.
Thus, she snapped.
"You racist, inconsiderate... bastard!" she screamed at him, accent flaring through in her rage but intent still perfectly clear. An angry hand slapped across his face that sent him onto the ground in an instant. Everyone froze in their tracks, sneers wiped off their faces as they gaped at the full grown man lying on the ground. He just laid there in shock after getting beat up by the tiny asian girl standing over him in one hit.
It was complete silence when the bell rang to signal a particularly drained Russel Hobbs walking through the front door.
Hello Everyone!
I'm sorry for not uploading for so long. I had a huge writer's block and could not write what I wanted to even though I had the idea in mind. I still am not proud of this chapter, but I wanted to post it anyway for you guys. I will try and update again this week to make up for it. Please review, as that is what keeps me motivated! Thank you to all the people supporting this fanfiction.