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@Knight of Doom and
@Verdaux
Earlier in the morning, Sabine had made her way inside from the back of the store with soaked shoulders. While she wouldn't have minded the weather so much in other countries, Japan had proved itself quite cold, even without the snow. The fact that it was supposed to be winter didn't help either, whatnot with the cold winds coming in from up north.
It might've come to Amaya's surprise, then, that sitting by the vent with the heater on full blast was a sleeping Sabine. Bags were under her eyes, and her dampened clothes seemed more appropriate for casual wear than for cooking. What was more odd, however, was the pair of red drips on the collar of her shirt. They were darkened now, to be sure, but it had this unmistakable color to it : blood.
She didn't look hurt, though.
Amaya went into the kitchen area of the Tiny Snowflake to give an order. There weren't many people in right now because it was a slow time. However, on arrival, the waitress only saw a form curled up on the ground. Curiously, she creeped forward. Her mind went wild with thoughts of what was going on. Was she dead? Injured? Sleeping? Taking a break? First she noticed that it was one of the bakers, Sabine. For a moment she was worried that Sabine was dead, but after a moment she noticed the rise and fall of the girl's chest.
Amaya gently touched her shoulder, seeing if she was awake and also getting a better look at the passed out girl. The blood startled her, but with no other clear sign of injury, there was no reason to assume such a thing. Deciding it was best to try and wake her up from her slumber to see what was going on.
"Um, excuse me. Can you please wake up?" She tried timidly, but then knowing it wouldn't work she spoke up a bit louder and shook her shoulder a bit forcefully.
"Hey, wake up,"With a startle, the brunette jerked herself forward and grasped wildly at Amaya's clothing. Kimono or no kimono, the nephrite-eyed girl would for a few seconds search for a shoulder, maybe an arm or loose cloth to grab at. Before too long, though, Sabine froze and leaned back with a sigh.
"Oh my god, did I fall asleep again?" she asked as she pulled her cardigan's sleeve back up, before it could drag itself and her t-shirt sleeve down her shoulder.
"I'm sorry, I'll get ready quick...Amaya. Your name's Amaya, right?"At the sudden grasping, Amaya almost unconsciously fought back, but she held up her hands in a surrendering position instead.
Once Sabine finally relaxed, the kimono clad girl let her hands come down, but she stayed kneeling.
"Yes, my name is Amaya." She confirmed, a bit surprised that the assistant chef remembered.
"Is something wrong? Why did you fall asleep?" It may have been a bit much to ask, but there was genuine concern in the blond's voice. If she needed to go home, there was always someone who could take over.
The brunette scratched her head before yawning.
"Let's just say I didn't sleep well last night," was all she gave, before standing up,
"since I was up clubbing. I...don't recommend doing anything harder than a few mixed drinks while you're at LUSH."She was already slipping off the grey wool-knit cardigan before any more objections could be made, and once she had her apron on, and had her face washed, she was ready to go for a few customers.
"...but..." she said dreamily,
"...I did get a number of a sweet guy. Quite a catch, even if he cares a little too much for just a one-night thing. You do anything fun yesterday?""Not really. A bit of Christmas shopping, and studying for finals. I'm not quite 21, so I'll have to wait a little bit until I can go to Club LUSH, even then, I'm not too sure I'd go." Amaya said standing up. She kept a close eye on Sabine, in case anything went wrong again.
The brown eyed girl moved towards the door peeking outside the window to see if she was needed out there, but the other waiter didn't seem rushed or panicked. So, she returned her gaze to her older coworker.
Sabine had, by then, tied her hair into a ponytail, the end of which she stuck down the collar of her t-shirt.
"...if you're wondering about these," she continued as she pinched the area against the dried blood, before dampening a paper napkin,
"they're not the first time I've had them. Nosebleeds happen if you don't get enough water, so...yeah. I'm good."With that, Sabine fired up the stove, and cleared some empty wares for her workstation. All around her, she could see eggs, blocks of dough, pots full of broth, and so many other items within an arm's grasp to make the perfect Japanese breakfast. She contemplated hungry kids rushing in for some soba, or maybe a quick to-go order of onigiri sprinkled with furikakke by a business lady. Perhaps a single large bowl of ramen for a couple with a low budget to share...
Unless it was natto in the morning. She had no idea what the hell was up with some people, eating food that smelled like feet. Then again, Japan was quite odd in comparison to the rest of Asia, being an island nation and all...
"Bring in the orders; I'm ready!""Oh, yea. The blood." Amaya muttered nervously. She didn't really want to ask because she got nauseous around blood. She'd had too many bad encounters with the crimson liquid. Then again, when was it ever a good thing?
"There are a couple of orders, but I'm actually about done with my shift. The younger girl said, heading towards the back to change out of her kimono.
"See you later. I hope you feel better," She called out before slipping away.
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