Post by beckii4 on Jul 26, 2011 1:09:31 GMT 2
Kiara woke up with a yawn on the single bed in the spare room. Well, it was her room, but since this was not her home Kiara found herself still calling the room the elderly couple's spare room. She wished she could go home. She missed her family. Her father. She missed him reading her a story before bed and then tucking her in. She missed sitting on his lap and having breakfast with him. She missed playing at home. She missed her dog. She missed everything about her old home and old life. She just wished she knew where her home had been. If she knew the city it had been in she could have gone home by now but she didn't, and every attempt to find her family through name searches were not fruitful. She sighed deeply as she ran a hand through her unruly chocolate curls. She gradually got up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes before padding into the family bathroom. She immediately went to the shower and washed herself thoroughly. Once squeaky clean she wrapped a towel around herself before going back to the spare room.
She dried herself off quickly and put on some plain white underwear. She then proceeded to dry her hair using her hair dryer, making sure she styled her waves of hair just right with the help of her curled hairbrush. With that done, she slipped on a black knee length skirt with a two inch slit, and then put a white ruffled blouse on as well. She gathered up her curls and grabbed a red ribbon, using it to put her hair up in a ponytail. She slipped on a pair of red slip on shoes. Kiara gave her appearance a once over in a floor length mirror before she grabbed her apron. She darted downstairs, putting the apron on as she made herself some toast and a cup of tea. Once she had eaten and drank both respectively she then made her way to the cafe next door. She grabbed an order pad and pen from the back from her locker, also grabbing her ipod, and then slipped all three into the pockets of her apron. She used a paper clip to clip the earphone wires to her blouse collar, and then put the earphones in her ear as she pressed play on the ipod.
Grabbing an antibacterial spray and wash cloth, Kiara went out to the front where she began cleaning down the tables. Soon the cafe opened, and Kiara danced between cleaning the tables, taking the dirty dishes to the kitchen in the back, and of course taking orders to the table after she had taken them down from the punters. For a small cafe the place did really well financially. Then again it was a homey atmosphere with affordable prices and homemade food. No wonder it was popular. It reminded Kiara of the cakes and other goodies her mother would spend days teaching her to create. She always did love watching her mother bake and cook. She had such a natural talent with it. Of course she did rather like putting spices into the food. The hotter the better, and Kiara whole heartedly agreed. Hearing the door bell ring, Kiara glanced up whilst listening to Justin Timberlake's 'Sexy Back' and noticed someone go to sit in her section. Putting the spray into her pocket with the rag she grabbed out her order pad and pen, taking the ear phones out to rest on her shoulders as she walked over.
"Welcome, I'm Kiara and I'll be your waitress today. What may I get you?"