Intricate patterns of smoke drifted through the unclean air- wafting this way and that as it began to fade away to become one with the air. This smoke came from the burning cigarette held in the hand of a young woman.  Dark brown eyes twinkled in the sunlight as they narrowed even more on the large man in front of her.

“And I’m telling you- If I don’t get the damn deal that is right there on that sign then I promise you this will not turn into a happily ever after for you.” She spoke, voice sharp.

The man she spoke to scrunched his face up, glaring at her. “Who do you think you are- coming to this stand and demanding things that aren’t true!” He shouted, Russian accent thick.

“I think I’m the damn customer and the customer is always right!” She retorted, taking a smock of her cigarette. “Now are you going to give me the deal or what? Don’t make me have to get you fired. I will have no quarrels with doing it.”

The man was flustered, growling obscenities under his breath yet his threatening aura didn’t cause the petite woman in front of him to deter from her argument. 

“Zara!”

The feisty young woman’s dark eyes turned toward the voice to see a man just a few years older than her. “Mack! What in the hell is this?”

“I apologize mi amor. He is new.” Mack spoke, frowning as he pushed the surprised man out of the way and began bagging up the items that had been argued over. Zara rolled her eyes, scowling a bit. 

“Of course he is Mack. [i]Él es un idiota. Despedirlo.[/i]” She said, crossing her arms only to uncross them seconds after when the bag of veggies were held out to her.


“[i]Este problema se solucionará mi amor[/i]. These are on the house.” Mack spoke, smiling at the still angered woman. “Go, you’re late to work.”

Zara scrunched her nose up before nodding her head. “I will see you later Mack.”

“Goodbye Zara!”

Zara continued her walk through the crowded streets of her home, walking into an alleyway. The sound of footsteps echoed throughout the small brick area as she walked down it. Seconds later she would reach an old, rusting door that looked as though it would fall off of its hinges any minute. Though Zara certainly hadn’t thought of that as she swung the door open, the sound of yelling, clanking, and sizzling erupting around her.

“Zara, where have you been!” One of the chefs spoke as she walked past him, going to wash her hands.

“Getting the damn vegetables you made me go retrieve! I’m here now so shut up!” Zara hissed, drying her hands as she pulled her hair up into a bun and grabbed her apron. Tying it up she began walking to her station- Eyes one of determination and excitement as she finally made her way to her to her second home.