[center][url=https://fontmeme.com/calligraphy-fonts/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190108/a835152d66b0d84d5d2f3a689d7ca5ea.png[/img][/url]

[url=https://fontmeme.com/calligraphy-fonts/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190113/3c2bb30940dfa01582c1f059b11df465.png[/img][/url][/center]

Jet sighed at the comments to get out of the kitchen and smile to the customers, it wasn't something that he did spontaneously like the others. After closing his eyes for a second, he forced a smile. He didn't care if it looked better or even worse. They asked for a smile, they got a smile. His feet moved outside of the kitchen, while his eyes were searching for customers that needed something. [color=SpringGreen]"Whatever you meow"[/color], he kept on answering. Some women admired the guy because of his distant behaviour and others were annoyed by it. However, he did his job, so they had nothing to complain.

Megan had just passed on an order to the kitchen when Amelia asked her to make some éclairs. A big sigh out of relieve left her throat. She did like her job as a waitress, but she simply preferred to be a patissier. She immediately began with making the éclairs, while her smile faded away as she was concentrating on her work. Jet was probably very jealous at her, that she could take a break from talking to the customers. However, he couldn't cook or anything, so he had no other choice than being a waiter. Her glance moved upwards for a second and she noticed how Jet was having a hard time with some clingy women. She couldn't hold in her laugh as she was watching how he tried to push them away in a nice and friendly way. He didn't like to be touched and he didn't exactly know how to handle it when he did get touched. He had been like that for a long time, Megan remembered.