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“We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.”
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Post by Miguel Mendoza on Jun 30, 2017 17:57:26 GMT -6
Miguel was cleaning the restaurant when he heard the bell on top of the door jingle. So far it had been a lazy day. Not many costumers and most of them had ordered coffee and some bread to eat. It was almost dinner time and he hoped people getting out of their day jobs would come around to eat something. He really hoped. Don't lose faith, the day is far from over.
As he cleaned he sung a Spanish song he had learned in his first years of life. The perks of having a spanish speaking parents he guessed. On the kitchen he had everything ready to start making the soup and the main plate of that day's special. Also he had the coffee hot and the dessert on the oven.
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Post by Millie Foster on Jul 11, 2017 18:32:32 GMT -6
The night was growing dimmer and Millie had just gotten off from another long day at the mill. She wasn't one to complain about her current position because it got her rent and other utilities paid. Also, Miss Harris would be happy with her and she would like her record of not being yelled at to stay low. She turned the corner and found a place that she hadn't recognized. "Miguel's Spot..." she muttered to herself before entering the small joint.
The door slowly shut behind her. She noticed a taller blonde man cleaning one of the tables. The redhead looked around, listening to the man singing a little song. "Excuse me?" She piped up, attempting to get the man's attention.
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“We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.”
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Post by Miguel Mendoza on Jul 17, 2017 22:51:19 GMT -6
"Excuse me?" When he heard the voice coming from the entrance, the man jumped and immediatly stopped singing. Well, that was awkward. But brushing off the initial shock he recovered his usual smile and waved at the girl. "Welcome to Miguel´s Place!" He said with enthusiasm. He put the cloth on his back pocket and as he walked towards the young lady he grabbed a menu. "Please, take a sit." he gestured at all the empty tables and moved aside so the new comer could pass.
As he reached the girl he noticed that: one, she was beautiful; and two, she was a new costumer (he knew his people and he would definetly remember a face like hers) so he had to be extra kind in order to make her become a regular. "I can offer you some soda, water or coffee while you check out our menu. Today´s special is pasta with salad and a sweet dessert I personally name it: Heaven on earth. But we also have sandwiches, pork with potatoes or chiken or if you are eager for some sweetness for your night you should take a look to our three desserts available for tonight." he finishe his presentation with a new warm smile and he took out from this apron a little notebook and a pencil to write down the order.
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