Page 16 of The Good Char
He had such a lovely, strong jaw from this angle—one that was currently flexing.I wonder what was bothering him?I straightened my head forward to see a new set of patrons in front of us.I guess the boys changed their minds, after all.Maybe they were late to their dates or something.Shrugging, I gave the next set of patrons a smile.
Mr.Dzik left and went to the back room grumbling.That was weird.I wondered what was up with him.Maybe he was having a bad day too.I didn’t have time to ask him about it as the lunch rush started to line up at our counter.
“Mommy, Mommy!I want a corndog!”a cute little girl cried out, pulling her mother by the sleeve toward our counter.
I fulfilled a few of the orders alone since Mr.Dzik hadn’t returned from the back.It was pretty easy.The fryer was vicious though.With my five feet three height, the oils threatened to slatter against the exposed skin on my neck.I quickly made my way back to the counter to take the next order: the little girl’s.
“What are you doing?”Mr.Dzik barked behind me, making me jump in surprise.
I placed my hand on my chest and growled, turning to hit him on the arm.“Don’t scare me like that!I almost felt my soul leave my body.Geez.”
I quickly turned around with a smile and took the next order and ran to the fryer, placing the hot corndog on a paper tray and handing it to the customer.
“Thank you so very much.Come again!”I called out, waving at them.The little girl waved back with a face full of ketchup and cooked corndog batter.I giggled at the sight and my mood was lifted again.
Once the lunch rush began to die down, Mr.Dzik grabbed my arm and pulled me aside.I gave him a smile as I wiped my brow.
“That was a lot of hard work.We did it though!We make a great team, you and I.”
“What were you doing near the grill?”he snapped irritably as if I kicked his imaginary dog, confusing me because he didn’t look like the kind of guy to have a dog.“I told you to stay away from it!”
“I wasn’t by the grill, really, I was by the fryer.I had to complete the orders.You were gone,” I told him confidently.
He glared at me for a few seconds before shaking his head and releasing my arm.His hands were so large and warm.I kind of liked the way they felt on me.My face flushed again the moment the thought ran through my mind.
Mr.Dzik's eyes narrowed as I quickly made my way to obsessively clean the counter, hoping he didn’t notice my reaction to him.
“Oh, it looks like I forgot a spot,” I hummed.
Awkward silence.
I was sweating but I kept a smile on my face.
Oh, this was so embarrassing.
“Don’t forget to clean around the fryer.You made a mess in your rush.”His voice was softer this time around and I inwardly groaned.
He did notice.
“Yes, sir.”
Chapter10
DZIK
Dunkingthe piece in my hand into the vat of oil, I watched with satisfaction as the outer layer submitted to the boiling liquid.There was a strange gratification in watching flesh cook.
Memories of home and my time torturing souls appeased me during my punishment… until the sound of Kimmy Ngo sniffling and crying broke my concentration.
"I'm sorry!”Kimmy cried out with her bottom lip trembling like a freshly severed limb.My eye twitched.“I brought you what you asked for."
I glared beyond Kimmy’s short stature to see another unsightly female pointing at my employee with an accusatory finger.She stood there with an air of audacity I despised beneath her sunglasses that overtook her revolting face.Her creature companion sat there, in her oversized bag, with his tongue lolling out the side, threatening to flick spittle onto my burnt, dipped offerings to the human realm.
I slammed the corndog that was in my grasp into the boiling vat, splashing the fiery oil onto my skin as I stomped in her direction.My skull tightened the longer I listened to her grating voice in front of my food bay.She was holding up the line as well as the other customers.I needed to get control of this situation quickly, seeing as my incompetent employee was doing nothing but sniveling at her metaphorical feet.
My claws itched to rip through my flesh suit so that I could pull her heart straight out of her chest cavity.But the master didn’t need any more reason to add on to my sentence.What I decided to do instead was slam my hand on top of the counter while shoving Kimmy behind me.
“What seems to be the problem?”I snarled.
