[b]"Well, I don't have much ID either, but that's why he's going to help us apply for residency. Technically we will be applying as immigrant workers, and even our residency papers would make us legal immigrants and we'll have to deal with the gov's system than, but the manager made it pretty clear to me that he's worked these details out. Look, Roxy, I can't say I know you very well, but I just want to try to do what's best for you. I hate to see you struggle like this. I promise, I'm going to do everything I can. And... And I just want to see you happy."[/b] Donny's voice quieted for a bit before he stood up. He had to get back to work now.

Clocking back in Donny entered the kitchen. There he met the head chef. He looked fairly normal as far as chefs went; decently attractive, thin but well fed. Donny tried to introduce himself but before he could, the head chef just gave him a glare. "Eh... You're a 4/10. Strong, manly, but not really my type." Donny was at a lost for words. The chef seemed to get more irritated and pointed at some incomplete pies. "Well? If you're here to work, get to work. I have to make twenty more banana eclairs and I don't have the time to top off the Key Lime pies too." Donny managed to get his senses back together and went back to work.