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Falcon Food
((Okay! RP with Viktoria and Brian?))
((Kay))
Carrying a couple papers containing information she still needed to decipher, Viktoria entered the deli. She walked over to the counter to order.
Carrying a couple papers containing information she still needed to decipher, Viktoria entered the deli. She walked over to the counter to order.
[ i'll rp as one of the workers as well]the man at the counter looked over at her "hello welcome to falcone foods. how may i help you?" he asked
((Kay))
Viktoria was silent for a moment before shrugging. "Perhaps by making a sandwich for me?"
Viktoria was silent for a moment before shrugging. "Perhaps by making a sandwich for me?"
he nodded "sure thing, what kind of meat would you like to have?" he asked
Viktoria shrugged. "Something edible," she said off-handedly.
he looked at her a little odd but nodded "ok then that will be a total of 6.50 dollars" he said
"That's a lot," Viktoria said under her breath before more loudly saying, "Nevermind. I don't need anything." She looked around for an empty table to sit at and saw none.
then john falcone walked in the man at the counter went over and greeted john "welcome mr. falcone welcome can i get you your usual?" he asked "sure that would be nice" he said he looked over at viktoria and gave a smile
Viktoria smiled back hesitantly.
"Too much money," Viktoria said quietly. She grimaced and shrugged. "I'll just borrow your lighting."
"Don't worry it's on the house" he looked over at the worker "Paul can you make her a sandwich as well" he said the worker nodded and began prepping another sandwich
Viktoria frowned. "You don't have to do that. . . ."
"someone who comes into this establishment doesn't just come for the lighting it's alright" he said
Viktoria shrugged. "Yeah, but I don't want to make anyone else pay for me." Her voice was quiet, and she spoke with no small amount of caution.
"Who's paying its on the house" he said
"The house is losing profits though. . . ."Viktoria murmured. She grimaced.
"and how is that?" he asked curious on what she was talking about
"Well, you're not making money off the sandwich," she said, frowning at the ground.
"one sandwich won't make a difference" he said
"A little bit of one, it will," Viktoria protested. "It makes a difference to my pocket." She gave him a look of confusion.
"Money isn't everything as long as we can put a smile on our customers face then that's good enough for me" he said
Viktoria seemed satisfied with the response and looked around, still not seeing an empty table at which she could sit.
He went to the counter and told the man who was finishing the sandwiches to grab a foldable table he nodded and went and grabbed a new table and started to set it up
Viktoria watched, flushing slightly. "You don't have to," she mumbled quietly.
"No customer should have to stand while eating their food" he said
Viktoria shrugged. "Alright then." She watched the table being set up.
the man set the table and put two chairs "your table is ready mamm" he said
Viktoria nodded, smiling. "Thanks."
He nodded and went to get her sandwich and brought it to her
Viktoria thanked him. She pulled out her work and ate while she worked.
The man then handed John his sandwich John thanked him and the man went back behind the counter and began to work
Viktoria continued her work, squinting at the lines of code written in nearly illegible handwriting. She ran a hand through her hair.
"Just busy," she disagreed with a shrug.
"Work," Viktoria answered. "Classified."
"if you're working on classified work why here?" he asked
"Because I got hungry, and I don't want to leave my work, but I equally don't want food in my workspace," Viktoria said slowly as if that should be obvious.
He ate his sandwich "quick question" he said
"Yeah," Viktoria asked, raising an eyebrow. "What is it?"
"Uh. . . a bit classified," Viktoria mumbled.
The franchise is pretty large, and the walls are grey. There is a long counter for food, and there is a plethora of tables for customers to eat at.
Roleplay!
((Is this good, Brian?))