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#Miner'sRespite – March 11, 2018
The Miner's Respite had a relatively quiet night, even at 8pm. The warm lighting through the windows was no doubt welcoming in the snowy weather, but locals would also find said weather reason enough to stay at home.
Va'ynna is the only one behind the counter at the moment, keeping to herself now that she's between orders. It wouldn't be hard to see that she was tired in her slow movements, efforts to keep herself awake, and delayed reactions.
Lesley would find himself at The Miner's Respite. He checked the pictures with his datapad, and with a small inhale and exhale, timidly pushed indoors, out of the cold weather. He slowly surveyed the interiors before spotting the bar, and heading as such. He smiled, hoping he hadn't met this Asari before, "Evening," he calls out, probably too softly.
Va'ynna watches the new arrival approach the bar, but it wasn't until he was at the counter before she approaches him. "Good evening," she says, returning a forced smile. "What can…. What can I get for you?" The purple asari was shorter than him, but by barely more than an inch.
Lesley hesitates briefly before speaking, "I'd like to send in my resume, and order a late dinner. Please. Something light, if I may?" he asks curteously. He was smiling, but forgot to take off his jacket and some other sensibilities, indicating his nervousness. He still held his datapad in his hands, forgetting it as well.
Va'ynna perks up at the mention of a resume, her fatigue giving way to excitement. She looks at him expectentaly for a few seconds before realizing he is also ordering dinner. "Right, something light," she said, stepping over to the nearest terminal. "How about a meat sandwich? What… would you like to drink with that?"
"Yes, and coffee, please. You sound like you might need one yourself," he switches his datapad to free up a hand to shake, extending it to Va'ynna, "I'm Lesley Darling, a newcomer," he smiles.
Va'ynna takes his hand and gives it a gentle shake. "I…, it doesn't work," she says. "I'm Va'ynna, it's… nice to meet you." She types the order into the terminal and dispatches it to the kitchen. Va'ynna looks at the datapad. "What position are you appying for?" she asks.
Lesley winces, mind drifting to some replacement ideas. It's at this point he realises he doesn't know much about Asari biology, "Likewise," he says, pulling his mind back to the task at hand, "I'm a qualified chef in French cuisine, but I'm more than happy to be a 'Sous-chef' or 'Chef de partie', or even a cook." He speaks each French word authentically.
Va'ynna looks a bit confused as he goes into detail, barely undetsanding half of what he's saying. "I… would love for the Respite to have another cook," she says with a tired smile. "I'll… recommend you to D'Inea, but she is busy tonight – paperwork." She casts a glance at the door leading to the back. "Do… you have experience preparing food for different species?"
Lesley notes the response, feeling much smaller in the scheme of things. He thought those terms were ubiquitous, "Not much," he admits a little softer, "but I follow guidelines well, and am willing to learn. I've spent several years training in a very competitive industry, and succeeded." He taps a few buttons on his datapad to pull up his resume for Va`ynna.
Va'ynna nods as she receives the document. "Thank you," she says. "That's… not a problem. I had no experience when I asked to work here, so… I'm sure you'll get a job." She looks down for a moment, taking a deep quiet breath to compose herself. "I'm just glad someone applied," she admits in a lowered voice. "So, I'll… I'll nag D'Inea until she gives you a chance."
Lesley dips his head a little, "... I'm sorry... is there something wrong?" he asks of Va`ynna, expecting the worst. He might not be told, he ponders in hindsight. He had only just applied, they might think it'll scare him away. He tries to hide his worry by looking concerned at the Asari.
Va'ynna shakes her head. "I'm… fine," she says, though her tone is not entirely in agreement, and she knows it. "It's… it's just been a long day." She looks back up at him. "I… mean it, I really appreicate that you're applying," she says. "We're so understaffed, and… and I've worked since morning filling the gaps."
Lesley blinks, "... if it's easier, you don't have to make me food. It's not like I'm starving," he looks at the Asari's presentation and attire, and holds back the further suggestions he was going to offer.
Va'ynna glances down at the terminal after hearing a soft ping from it. "That's… that's not what I meant," she says. "One moment." She walks out of the room, returning ten seconds later with a sandwich on a plate. "We're… usually fine in the evening," she says while pouring a cup of coffee, "D'Inea hasn't been fit to work in the last few weeks, and she's busy catching up on paperwork, so… I've had a lot to do
lately." She puts the cup on the counter next to the plate, and frowns. "I'm… I'm sorry," Va'ynna says, rubbing her neck. "This… you… I didn't mean to…. I didn't mean to lay all of this on you."
/me smiles, looking at the food, "I'm not going to fault you, you've been really nice..." he holds off again on the things he was going to say. This conversation he is having is simultaneously difficult, and educational from a social point of view. It was clear to him that he wasn't on Earth any more, "Thanks," he says, upon receiving the food.
Va'ynna returns to the terminal and taps on it. "I… I'll let you eat in peace," she says with a small smile, still looking a bit embarrassed. "Just…, I'm…." She sighs, and settles on, "Thank you." Va'ynna sends over the key to a room upstairs (and the instructions on where and how to use it) without a word before walking off to another patron that's trying to get her attention.
Lesley smiles, dipping his head politely to Va'ynna. He looks at the key offered, a little puzzled. He'll read over the instructions whilst he sips his beverage. He'll mull over what he knows, and confer to the datapad for any gaps in knowledge.