"I certainly hope business picks up," Stefan Tanner said to his daughter, Holly, who was leaning against the bar behind which he was working. "I think people are afraid to come back to Marketplace after that disaster that blew up the Bon Bon."
Holly nodded and sighed as she glanced towards one of only two tables that were filled in the Fox and Raven Tavern. It was lunch time on Tuesday, and usually at this time, the place was packed with people and Holly barely had time to think between trips back and forth between her customers, the bar, the kitchen, and the drinks station. She spent the hours between eleven o'clock in the morning and one-thirty in the afternoon scurrying about like a chicken with its head cut off, ferrying food and pints and cups of tea and glasses of soda, clearing tables, ringing up checks and making change, all without even a moment's break. But since Brian Ravenlock, or whomever it was, had blown up the Bon Bon Boutique and damaged the fountain, the average Rhy'Din citizen was too afraid to come back to the Marketplace for a meal at the Fox and Raven, or do their shopping at any of the surviving shops and kiosks and carts. "Maybe Governor Helston will help us out?" Holly said to her father, who merely smirked and shook his head.
One of the Carter boys, Luke or Adam maybe, raised his empty pint glass in Holly's direction with a shy smile. The smile pinned the man's identity; it was Luke, the eldest of the three brothers and the one that Holly liked the most. "Gotcha," she said to him and turned to see that her father had already pulled the man's stout. She winked her thanks at Stefan and went to the Carter's table, happy to see that at least Joshua and his three sons, Luke, Adam, and Noah, were still brave enough to enjoy their lunch break at their regular table. After dropping off Luke's pint and checking on the others' drinks, she asked Joshua, "Is your business suffering at all?"
The man shook his head, his tanned, leathery face crinkling about the eyes as he smiled at his favorite waitress. "Not a bit, Holly. In fact, it may just pick up a bit if the Bon Bon's owner decides to rebuild. 'Course, she'll probably end up using Lutz's company. Still, Luke's the best finish carpenter in the city; we'll see some business come our way because of this, no mistake." Luke blushed deeply at his father's compliment and Holly smiled softly at the younger Carter, before laying her hand on his arm as she left, headed to the kitchen. "Dad, I'm going to go ahead and take a break, okay?"
Stefan nodded and glanced towards the empty taproom. "Go ahead, sweetheart. I think I can manage."
Holly chuckled and entered the kitchen through the swinging door just next to the end of the bar, kissing her Aunt Sofia's cheek as the woman rolled out dough on a granite counter. "Still dead out there, Holly?" Sofia asked, glancing over her shoulder as Holly settled down on a stool across from the fridge and sipped a lukewarm cup of tea.
"Yeah, the Carters are here, though. So, that's good, at least. They're good tippers and not handsie."
Sofia shook her head a bit, astounded that her niece could still be so ignorant about the ways of the world. "That's because Luke Carter has a thing for you."
"What' No, he doesn't. He's dating that Padma girl. The pretty one with the...uh...whatchamacallit, bindi-thing, on her forehead."
"Only because you haven't ever smiled at him unless you're taking his order or bringing him a pint, you silly girl. If you chatted the man up, Holls, he'd drop Padma in a heartbeat. There's that Valentine's Day Ball comin' up here pretty soon. Ask him."
Holly goggled at her aunt, her jaw flapping in the breeze as an alarming shade of crimson creeping across her cheeks. "No way!" she squeaked out. "I'm not asking a boy to a dance! It's not a Sadie Hawkins thing, Aunt Sofia. If he wants to go with me"if he even likes me"he can ask me. I'm not seeing anyone."
"Talk to him, Holls. Trust me on this," Sofia said before turning back to her dough, rolling it out to a quarter of an inch thick before wrapping it in plastic and putting it in the freezer for tomorrow's pies.
Holly frowned at her aunt's back, certain that Luke Carter had absolutely no interest whatsoever in dating her or talking to her except to tell her how he wanted his burger cooked or that he needed more mustard or stout. Still, he was a rather nice looking boy...well, man, really. She figured he was close to 30, maybe three or four years older than her. His blue eyes always sparkled when he looked at her, so maybe Sofia wasn't too far off base. Did they sparkle like that when he looked at Padma? Holly couldn't remember. She'd have to pay closer attention the next time they came in together.
Holly settled down with her tea and a hunk of freshly baked bread to page through a magazine from Earth called Vogue. Some wealthy woman who had a harried assistant with her had left it last week and Holly was amazed by the beautiful clothes and glossy ads in it. She spent the rest of her break wishing she was half as beautiful as the women in the magazine.
Holly nodded and sighed as she glanced towards one of only two tables that were filled in the Fox and Raven Tavern. It was lunch time on Tuesday, and usually at this time, the place was packed with people and Holly barely had time to think between trips back and forth between her customers, the bar, the kitchen, and the drinks station. She spent the hours between eleven o'clock in the morning and one-thirty in the afternoon scurrying about like a chicken with its head cut off, ferrying food and pints and cups of tea and glasses of soda, clearing tables, ringing up checks and making change, all without even a moment's break. But since Brian Ravenlock, or whomever it was, had blown up the Bon Bon Boutique and damaged the fountain, the average Rhy'Din citizen was too afraid to come back to the Marketplace for a meal at the Fox and Raven, or do their shopping at any of the surviving shops and kiosks and carts. "Maybe Governor Helston will help us out?" Holly said to her father, who merely smirked and shook his head.
One of the Carter boys, Luke or Adam maybe, raised his empty pint glass in Holly's direction with a shy smile. The smile pinned the man's identity; it was Luke, the eldest of the three brothers and the one that Holly liked the most. "Gotcha," she said to him and turned to see that her father had already pulled the man's stout. She winked her thanks at Stefan and went to the Carter's table, happy to see that at least Joshua and his three sons, Luke, Adam, and Noah, were still brave enough to enjoy their lunch break at their regular table. After dropping off Luke's pint and checking on the others' drinks, she asked Joshua, "Is your business suffering at all?"
The man shook his head, his tanned, leathery face crinkling about the eyes as he smiled at his favorite waitress. "Not a bit, Holly. In fact, it may just pick up a bit if the Bon Bon's owner decides to rebuild. 'Course, she'll probably end up using Lutz's company. Still, Luke's the best finish carpenter in the city; we'll see some business come our way because of this, no mistake." Luke blushed deeply at his father's compliment and Holly smiled softly at the younger Carter, before laying her hand on his arm as she left, headed to the kitchen. "Dad, I'm going to go ahead and take a break, okay?"
Stefan nodded and glanced towards the empty taproom. "Go ahead, sweetheart. I think I can manage."
Holly chuckled and entered the kitchen through the swinging door just next to the end of the bar, kissing her Aunt Sofia's cheek as the woman rolled out dough on a granite counter. "Still dead out there, Holly?" Sofia asked, glancing over her shoulder as Holly settled down on a stool across from the fridge and sipped a lukewarm cup of tea.
"Yeah, the Carters are here, though. So, that's good, at least. They're good tippers and not handsie."
Sofia shook her head a bit, astounded that her niece could still be so ignorant about the ways of the world. "That's because Luke Carter has a thing for you."
"What' No, he doesn't. He's dating that Padma girl. The pretty one with the...uh...whatchamacallit, bindi-thing, on her forehead."
"Only because you haven't ever smiled at him unless you're taking his order or bringing him a pint, you silly girl. If you chatted the man up, Holls, he'd drop Padma in a heartbeat. There's that Valentine's Day Ball comin' up here pretty soon. Ask him."
Holly goggled at her aunt, her jaw flapping in the breeze as an alarming shade of crimson creeping across her cheeks. "No way!" she squeaked out. "I'm not asking a boy to a dance! It's not a Sadie Hawkins thing, Aunt Sofia. If he wants to go with me"if he even likes me"he can ask me. I'm not seeing anyone."
"Talk to him, Holls. Trust me on this," Sofia said before turning back to her dough, rolling it out to a quarter of an inch thick before wrapping it in plastic and putting it in the freezer for tomorrow's pies.
Holly frowned at her aunt's back, certain that Luke Carter had absolutely no interest whatsoever in dating her or talking to her except to tell her how he wanted his burger cooked or that he needed more mustard or stout. Still, he was a rather nice looking boy...well, man, really. She figured he was close to 30, maybe three or four years older than her. His blue eyes always sparkled when he looked at her, so maybe Sofia wasn't too far off base. Did they sparkle like that when he looked at Padma? Holly couldn't remember. She'd have to pay closer attention the next time they came in together.
Holly settled down with her tea and a hunk of freshly baked bread to page through a magazine from Earth called Vogue. Some wealthy woman who had a harried assistant with her had left it last week and Holly was amazed by the beautiful clothes and glossy ads in it. She spent the rest of her break wishing she was half as beautiful as the women in the magazine.