09-10-2013, 12:57 PM
Vlad peeked through the round window in the door that separated the kitchen from the dining room. The dining area was not full, it was several hours before the mid-day meal and it was never busy - mostly regulars. Vlad smiled the moment he stepped passed the swinging kitchen door. He knew all the faces in the room, except one. From the looks of him, a street kid.
In their regular spot by the windows, two of Vlad's regulars were discussing something in Russian. It seemed they were discussing an article in the recent news. The two men were arguing over a recent ball game, Vlad sighed inwardly relieved. Peter's screw up weighed heavily on his mind. The repercussions of something like that was going to be hell on his business. Vlad wouldn't be surprised if the Ascendancy revoked some of his laws that opened up various exploits to become illegal again. They asked Vlad what he thought and he only waved them off, "I didn't watch the game." They didn't comment on his use of English and he smiled as he walked away, leaving them to their fight.
The last couple was an elderly one, they had been Vlad's father's patrons and gave Vlad a dirty look when he walked up to them. But it faded as quickly as it had gone. They had not forgiven Vlad for his father's death. He had been in the room after all and could have done something else surely. The least of it they knew not. "How's the meal?" Vlad asked in Russian.
They both nodded with their mouths full. Vlad put a hand on each of their shoulders and nodded, "That's wonderful to hear." Some customers expected Russian like these two who had been coming her for ages. Other's like the men on the table by the window, didn't care and Vlad flipped between English and Russian mid thought. It was habit.
The lad sitting in the corner with an obvious view of the entire place was not only nearly scarfing down his meal, but he was looking everywhere, watching everything.
Vlad sighed and walked over to the girl at the check out and whispered to her in Russian, "What the lad in the corner."
Vlad could tell a loser when he saw one, the boy reminded him very much of Peter, and how he looked when he came to stay with him. The boy now was clean and looked presentable at all times. Vlad couldn't have his top salesman out looking like shit. He walked up to the boy with a smile. "Welcome to Igor's! How does your meal fair this day?"
In their regular spot by the windows, two of Vlad's regulars were discussing something in Russian. It seemed they were discussing an article in the recent news. The two men were arguing over a recent ball game, Vlad sighed inwardly relieved. Peter's screw up weighed heavily on his mind. The repercussions of something like that was going to be hell on his business. Vlad wouldn't be surprised if the Ascendancy revoked some of his laws that opened up various exploits to become illegal again. They asked Vlad what he thought and he only waved them off, "I didn't watch the game." They didn't comment on his use of English and he smiled as he walked away, leaving them to their fight.
The last couple was an elderly one, they had been Vlad's father's patrons and gave Vlad a dirty look when he walked up to them. But it faded as quickly as it had gone. They had not forgiven Vlad for his father's death. He had been in the room after all and could have done something else surely. The least of it they knew not. "How's the meal?" Vlad asked in Russian.
They both nodded with their mouths full. Vlad put a hand on each of their shoulders and nodded, "That's wonderful to hear." Some customers expected Russian like these two who had been coming her for ages. Other's like the men on the table by the window, didn't care and Vlad flipped between English and Russian mid thought. It was habit.
The lad sitting in the corner with an obvious view of the entire place was not only nearly scarfing down his meal, but he was looking everywhere, watching everything.
Vlad sighed and walked over to the girl at the check out and whispered to her in Russian, "What the lad in the corner."
Vlad could tell a loser when he saw one, the boy reminded him very much of Peter, and how he looked when he came to stay with him. The boy now was clean and looked presentable at all times. Vlad couldn't have his top salesman out looking like shit. He walked up to the boy with a smile. "Welcome to Igor's! How does your meal fair this day?"