[Center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/7ce59de9-46fd-4500-b626-9a58b9864bd4.gif[/img][/center] March, rather affronted by some random woman he doesn't know marching in and telling him what to do, breathes a sigh of relief when Amelia appears. Amelia, being his boss, can tell him what to do. March, being March, flat out refuses to listen to random women who march in and act as though they own the place. He, being only 17 and therefore still immature, sticks out his tongue at her. (Really, it only gets to the edge of his lips before he bites down on it--she's a customer, so he has to [I]please[/I] her! Ugh, some people.) With Rebekah running off towards the kitchen, Minkyu looking like he might cry, Mari possibly [I]actually[/i] going to cry, Daehyun looking uncommonly uncomfortable, Amelia sassing the customer and Monty actually being a “cool dude,” March can only do one thing--fix it, and make it perfect! So there's a rude customer who barged in. So she's basically insulting his skills of preparation. So he would like to die. This is basically like home. Easy peasy! Having regained his cool, March stands up to his full height, gives Mina his sweetest smile, ([I]this[/i] is how he gets what he wants,) and says [Color=lightblue]“Anything for you, ma'am! I would [I]hate[/i] to disappoint.”[/color] His sarcasm leaks in at the end a touch, but no worries. He'll show her. Showing people up is always fun! March turns and runs off the kitchens--though not before giving both Minkyu and Mari handkerchiefs--and runs right into Rebekah. He honestly forget she was here and now he has no idea what to do with her… But, since this chaos is similar to home, he'll just pretend she's April and boss her around. (Sorry!) [Color=lightblue]“Hey, um, [I]Idon'tevenknowyournamewhatamIdoing[/I], can you start chopping up all those veggies for the omelette specials?”[/color] March begins his preparation--making crepe batter, since it needs to be chilled and such--and turns back to Rebekah. [Color=lightblue]“While you're at it, might as well cut up the fruits as well.”[/color] Sweet perfection. Prepare to have your socks blown off, random customer who honestly needs something better to do than terrifying unprepared new recruits.