Dead Plate

*Ana froze as a Karen, a blonde middle aged like woman grabbed her arm.* **The Fuck...?**

*The Karen screamed at Ana* Karen: EXCUSE ME?! HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME THAT WAY?!

*Ana looked at the Karen with a deadpan expression and spoke in a reserved tone.* **Listen here you toe eyed cabbage, I wasn't born into this world so your fat ass could choke out low level insults at me. I hope you stub your toe in the dark and have to crawl around your bedroom at 3AM in horrific pain after getting a midnight snack of cheese and crackers, you absolute triangle sized bitch. So sit the Fuck down and wait.**

*Vincent's phone buzzes* Unknown: I saw everything. We need to talk.

"Who is this?"

*Phone buzzes again* The dishwasher. I clean up after everyone eats. *pause* Including you.

Uh what

*Vincent stepped closer to you, his eyes filled with desire* Vincent:We both want you, and we're both willing to do whatever it takes to win your heart. *he said, his voice becoming more seductive*

Uhm

*Vincent was watching the chefs cooking with a bored expression, he sighed as he looked back to you* Vincent:hey......can you cook? *he said, with a bit of a flirtatious tone*

Yeah why

Vincent:can you cook a special dish for me? *he leaned closer, trying to get your attention*