Pizzaria

Natalia opened the store early, unlocking the door with one hand while balancing a coffee in the other. For a lunch bistro they sure opened too early. It was just a little after nine, and though she was a few minutes late, she figured it would be alright. She could get things prepped for the 10:30 rush.

As she pulled down chairs, her thoughts raced to the night before, performing on stage. That is why she came to New York, to perform, not to set tables and shoe pigeons off of tables. But she had to do something to pay the bills.

She received a standing ovation. It was her first night, with her first lead role. One she had longed for since she was a young girl, performing for the neighbors as she and her child hood friends put on plays. The applause were still clapping in her head. Her cheeks hurt from still carrying her smile.

Her thoughts were brought back to the task at hand, as she dropped a set of silverware to the ground with a great big clank. Too which a set of applause and a "bravo" came from behind here. How long had Dan been standing there?

"Good Morning" Natalia replied as she bent down picked up the silverware and shoved it in her apron. "How are you doing, Dan?" she said to the six foot tall brunette, with the most stunning hazel eyes, and perfect straight nose. She had a slight crush on the 23 year old cook.

"Doing well but not as well as you it appears. The show went well?" he asked.

"Oh Dan it was wonderful. Just what I had always dreamed about. Sure made what I am doing here all worth it." she replied, as she continued to set the tables. She rearranged a few flowers in the vases, making them appear more freshly picked.

The aroma of tomatoes and basil filled the air, causing a growl to roar in her belly, reminding her she hadn't eaten anything unless you count the cream in the coffee. She snatched a roll, and quickly at it.

The chimes of the door let her know time to work.