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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Jul 5, 2011 21:49:04 GMT -5
Antonio's day hadn't gone as planned at all. He woke up with the idea of looking for a new job. Now where he would find one in such a difficult job market he wasn't sure. But anyway, he had gone to many stores, almost begging for a job each time. Of course, there were some women at these stores and whether they were married or not, he just happen to flirt with them. Now that he thought of it, perhaps flirting with married women wasn't the brightest idea when looking for a job; he could do that after he was hired.
It was around nightfall that his search ended. The Spaniard walked out of one of the bakeries and ran his hands through his curly hair. Thousands of questions ran through his mind: Would he have any money to send to his family? Would he have money for food and to continue living in his crappy little room? And most importantly, would he ever find a job in this terrible time? He really didn't want these questions to weigh him down, so the idea of some sort of reward came to mind. The Spaniard figured he'd treat himself by going to a restaurant.
Antonio dragged himself into a local restaurant, after the strenuous task of job searching, with a smile still plastered on his face. He leaned against the wall, scratched the back of his neck, and waited to be seated. |
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Jul 5, 2011 22:19:16 GMT -5
La Cucina Italiana. The Italian kitchen was always busy and this evening was no exeption. Lovino had been running back and forth between the kitchen, tables and the front. His parents were looking fo someone to work with the Italian but no luck so far. He had been serving another table when the Spaniard walked in.
His ten year old sister, Sicily, took upon herself to hrlp her older brother and looked at the Spaniard who had just come in. "Welcome to La Cucina Italiana. A table for one?" she asked. Lovino heard his sister ask so politely, and he smiled. He had taught her well. His attention was quickly grabbed by a customer who got the wrong drink. "Signore! That is the Phantom cocktail. It is a mixture of vodka, rum, whiskey and fruit juice!" he exclaimed. The customer rolled his eyes. "I think I would know what a Phantom was, and you, server boy, should get it right!"
Lovino grabbed the glass and angrily stalked off behind the bar to remake the blasted cocktail. They were really busy and he was the only worker and a cocktail was wrong. It pissed him off. He brought the remade cocktail to the customer, and sighed. "I apologize for the drink mixup, signore. As you can see, we're very busy and I am currently the only one working, so once again my apologies." he said, polite but with an undertone of rudeness.
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Jul 6, 2011 12:13:56 GMT -5
Antonio looked down and the girl and smiled. She reminded him of his own younger sisters at home. Antonio wondered how she was doing, but couldn't even remember how old she was now. Then his mind trailed back to his father, who was still probably looking for a job himself. The disappointment of not finding a job came right back. But no, he needed to look on the bright side of things. At least he had some change in his pocket to spare for himself.
He bent down to meet the young girl's eye level. "Sí querida, just one. And might I add, your eyes are simply the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen." Antonio smiled to try add the sincerity of his compliment. Quite honestly, he just wanted to hug the girl to death because she was indeed, that adorable. For a brief moment, his attention turned to the man who was yelling at the shorter Italian man about a drink. He shrugged and gave the younger girl a hug, "You're so cute!" |
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Jul 6, 2011 14:13:26 GMT -5
Sicily Vargas giggled cutely and hugged back when she was hugged. "That's what my older brother thinks too!" she said. She took a menu and led him to a table. "Here you are, sir. My brother will be over shortly." she said, skipping back over to the front where she was.
At that time, the phone in the restaurant rang and Lovino picked it up. "Ciao, Mamma. Sì. .. il corso l'invierò su. Le dirò. Bene. Ciao la Mamma."he set the phone down and looked at his little sister. "Sicily, Mama says that you should head up to the apartment. It's bedtime for you, little missy~" he said, picking the little girl who had shown Antonio to his table.
Sicily pouted. "Aww, but Big brother...I want to help you.." she said.
"I'll manage... now Sicily, shoo before Mama comes down here herself. I'll see you when I get home, my cute princess." he said. Lovino set her down and she ran off.
He grabbed his pad of paper and walked over to Antonio's table. "Hi. What can I get you?" he asked, pen poised to write.
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Translation: Hi, Mom. Yes...of course I'll send her up. I'll tell her. Alright. Bye Mom.
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Jul 6, 2011 14:26:57 GMT -5
Antonio smiled at the girl and took the menu. He sat down and skimmed through the pages. He really wasn't sure what he wanted. Well, maybe some alcohol and a dish with tomatoes in it. Yes, something tomato related to satisfy the Spaniard's needs.
He wasn't exactly the indecisive type, but having more than one thing with tomatoes in it to pick from was a bit unsettling; well, it was an Italian restaurant so pretty much everything had tomatoes in it. He whined, "There's so much to pick from". It reminded him of when his mother was still alive. How she would cook lots of different traditional Spanish dishes. Oh, how he missed those days.
He was startled when the short man who was just getting yelled at by a customer asked him what he wanted. "Uh... Well... I guess... Can I just have tomatoes and a glass of white wine?" He could just ask for tomatoes, right? Antonio did not see anything wrong with just wanting tomatoes. |
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Jul 6, 2011 14:33:28 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow. Obviously he didn't think that ordering tomatoes in an Italian restaurant seemed wrong, but it was a bit shocking. "If you want a suggestion, a good tomato order that is also cheap is the broiled tomato with parmesan cheese. Very popular here." he said. He wrote down the wine and looked at him.
He chuckled. "Besides, people who come in this late, must have had a rough day, so I would say that you take my suggestion of the broiled tomato. Fills one up and it is delicious." he added.
He left the man to decide on the food, in order to bring the white wine over. Lovino found the perfect white wine, vintage of 1930. He smiled and poured a glass and brought it over. "Decided yet?"
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Jul 6, 2011 15:13:48 GMT -5
Antonio looked and the man and titled his head in the slightest way. Broiled tomatoes didn't sound that bad at all. "Broiled sounds fine to me." He smiled and laughed to himself; he had forgotten to ask the other man's name.
"Ah, excuse me! What's your name? I bet it's cute!" He rested his chin on his hand and winked. The Spaniard was used to flirting with pretty much everyone along with making friends with them, so why would this adorable little Italian be an exception?
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Jul 6, 2011 15:22:23 GMT -5
Lovino wrote that down and turned around to head into the kitchen, but turned back when he heard the question. "Lovino Vargas." he stated, and walked off into the kitchen.
He set the three tomatoes to broil and picked up a plate of pasta, carrying it out for another customer. "You are late!" the customer exclaimed.
Lovino looked down. "I am very sorry, but as you can see I am the only one working the whole restaraunt. My parents are looking for people but no luck so far, so please just bear with me." he said, setting the plate of pasta down and headed back into the kitchen.
He got a plate and set the broiled tomatoes on it, shredded the parmesan cheese and carried it out. "Here you go." he said, setting the plate down.
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Jul 6, 2011 15:41:08 GMT -5
"Lovino Vargas", Antonio repeated to keep the name stuck in his head. Then again, how could he forget such a cute face. He twirled a strand of his hair as he thought of the Italian.
Antonio heard another customer yell at Lovino. He didn't hear what the man was yelling about, but he managed to hear Lovino say that they were looking for people. Did Antonio hear the Italian correctly? Had he actually been lucky for a change? The Spaniard grinned, he had actually found a job; well, that's what he thought.
After Lovino had put the tomatoes down, Antonio got up, forgetting about the tomatoes and grabbed the other man's shoulder. "Lovi, do you need some help?"
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Jul 6, 2011 15:49:29 GMT -5
"Not tonight. The restaurant closes in two hours. Tomorrow...yeah totally. Why do you ask?" he asked, looking at him. The man was obviously Spanish ...and no matter how much he disliked the Spaniards, an offer of help with work....was always good.
He looked around the restaurant. The only few customers in at this later hour were two elderly couples and the Spaniard in front of him. Lovino was almost ready to fall asleep, but he had to last two more hours. He stretched and looked at the Spaniard. "So what's your name?" he asked, rude undertones in his voice. "And...don't call me Lovi." he said.
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Jul 6, 2011 15:59:03 GMT -5
"Oh, well... I kind of need a job",Antonio let out a nervous laugh, It kind of looks like you need help too". Antonio wondered if he was making it that obvious that he needed a job. Well, that thought didn't seem to kick in when he was practically on his knees begging for a job.
The Spaniard scratched the back of his neck, "How silly of me to forget. My name is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. You can just call me Toni if you'd like. And Lovi is such a cute nickname!". He looked over to the broiled tomatoes and looked back at Lovino. "Would you like to have dinner with me?", he said in a smooth voice, almost as if he were asking a pretty girl on a date.
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Jul 6, 2011 16:40:07 GMT -5
He looked at Antonio with a raised eyebrow. "Get on my good side first. Then Ill have dinner with you." he said. "And I will ask my mother about giving you a job here." he added. He headed behind the bar and picked up the phone, calling his mother. "Mama...si..si...Claims he needs a job...si..si..Ill tell him. Bene." He hung up the phone and walked over to Antonio. "You start tomorrow at 9." he said. He scowled slightly as he walked away. He really disliked the Spanish...but he was working with one starting tomorrow.
He sighed and fell asleep behind the counter. He would a short siesta..for a few minutes. He smiled in his sleep
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Jul 6, 2011 17:09:18 GMT -5
Antonio nearly hugged the Italian when he was told he'd have a job. So much happiness came over him that he was starting to feel light-headed. He managed to let out a, "Muchos gracias!", before Lovino returned back to the counter.
He sat down and ate his tomatoes with a gleeful expression on his face. Everything was going perfectly now. The Spaniard had his tomatoes, he had a job, and now all he needed was a woman. Olive green eyes scanned the restaurant for a potential candidate. The two elderly couples looked like they were ready to leave. He fiddled around with his fork while watching them. Antonio didn't mind elder women, but that was a bit too old for him and they were married, or so it looked.
Feeling a bit lonely, the Spaniard went over to the counter and saw the sleeping Lovino's smile. A huge smile was seen on Antonio's face when he looked at the sleeping Italian; it really was just simply adorable.
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Jul 6, 2011 17:33:35 GMT -5
Lovino woke up a few minutes later and stretched. "Mhmm~" he stretched a bit more. He saw that the two elderly couples were finished with their food. He walked over to one of the two couples. "Can I get you anything else?" he asked, taking the dishes.
"No, no.. just the bill." the man said. He nodded and stopped by the other couple asking them the same thing, getting the same response. He took the last dishes and balancing all the dishes on his arm, he strode into the kitchen. He came out moments later and got the two bills for the two couples.
"I hope you had a pleasurable dinner." he said, as the two couples left after paying the bill and leaving Lovino a small tip. He set the money away in the cash box and the two small tips he pocketed.
He then sat down across Antonio, analyzing the Spaniard curiously. "What are you smiling about?" he asked. |
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Jul 6, 2011 19:03:32 GMT -5
The Spaniard lightly grabbed Lovino's chin and softly said, "If you must know, Lovi, I'm smiling at how cute you are when you take a nap". He knew he was coming off a bit creepy, and he did not even know if the Italian "played for the other team". However, none of this stopped Antonio, for was taking a liking to the smaller Italian man. Of course, just because he took a liking to someone didn't mean he still couldn't mess around with other girls or even guys, but that was besides the point.
Antonio let out a small laugh, "Perhaps you and I could take a nap together at some point, sí?" |
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