[center][h3][u]Northern Marrenfall, Gybol's Cafe[/u]
[sub]4th of Summer - 11:02 AM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	Nina almost recoiled as her boss silently reprimanded her behavior. When he first left the kitchen to consult with the old dude, she took a few moments to compose herself. While he actually worked though, she never bothered to leave the kitchen. Everyone else had already left by the time Gybol was finished preparing his soup. It was just the old man. The [i]horribly disfigured[/i] old man.

	He seemed too obsessed with his little trinket to even notice Gybol. Instead of responding, he huffed and nodded to himself. But as the chef turned away, the ragged customer stole a glance. Nina took a moment to peer around the corner every once and a while, checking of the guy needed anything. But he would just return her stare with a gentle smile before returning to his little orb.

	Nina didn't delay when the soup was ready, and quickly made her way out of the kitchen with the prepped tray in hand. "Here you are!" She said, twisting her voice to sound as [i]sweet[/i] as she could manage. The old man looked down at the soup and put his orb on the tray without another word. Nina stood there for a moment as he began to eat, forcing herself to wait for... Well, anything really. These types always forgot to ask for a glass of water, but they [i]always[/i] wanted something to drink. [i]Even if the soup was...[/i] Well, soup. Food was stupid. Customers were stupid! Her eyes slowly tightened as the man started to slurp away, but she managed to bow and excuse herself silently. 

	"Miss," he called, "Is that man busy?"

	"Mr Gybol?" She didn't really know how to react to that. A lot of people wanted to speak to him directly after tasting his food. "I can pass on your compliments if you-"

	"No, I have a question."

	"I could pass that along too-"

	"If he doesn't want to talk to his customers, that's [i]fine.[/i]" There was a hint of judgement in his voice. Nina flinched. That wasn't it at all! She was conditioned to act as if Gybol was [i]always busy.[/i] He couldn't waste time talking to [i]every customer[/i] after all, even if the cafe was...

	...Basically empty.