Homeless
The Canteen (Jack POV)
Jack POV
I was so happy. This was probably the best moment of my life so far. If you excluded Alex kissing me for the first time. I had a job. I had a job. A job. A real working, paying job. I couldn’t believe it.
Alex and I went to the canteen to get our lunch. His friends had decided to leave us alone as it was my first day at the company and Alex had told them that I still needed to get used to it. The canteen was a big hall with many little, round tables. There was a place to get your trays and to queue for the food. He had explained to me how it worked. You could choose to get food from here and get a little less of your monthly wage or bring your own food or eat somewhere else and get the full salary. He had chosen to eat in the canteen because he was too lazy and too bad at cooking to bring his own food every day and eating somewhere else would have been too expensive. Also, the canteen offered “okayish” food at a reasonable price according to him.
I didn’t expect much when I sat down to eat. Compared to what I had eaten while living on the street, it was good, but it was still… gruesome. I had something that was called “Chicken in a Breadcrumbs-Coating with a Buttermilk Sauce” but in reality it was just a badly cooked chicken sparsely coated with breadcrumbs and a disgusting blueish sauce. The dessert was a “Yoghurt Cream with Fruity Bits” which tasted more like some strange, watery thing with soggy gummy bears.
I ate it without complaining though, I was grateful for the meal. After we had finished, Alex asked me what I thought about it.
“Um, I… I’ve eaten better meals already?” I said.
“You don’t have to sugarcoat anything,” he replied, a smirk on his lips.
“Well, to be honest, that was one of the worst chickens and yoghurts I ever had. But I’m thankful for any meal I get,” I said after hesitating for a bit.
“I didn’t like it,” Alex said with a laugh. “But that’s just normal,” he added. “You should really teach the cook how to make proper food,” he said, looking serious.
“I’m not that good,” I said, lowering my gaze. He looked to both sides, making sure nobody was looking at us before putting his hand under my chin and tilting up my face up so I was looking him in the eyes.
“You have no idea how amazing you are, don’t you?” He shook his head. “You are incredible and not only when it comes to cooking, you know…” he winked at me and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Thank you,” I said. He put his hand on my thigh under the table where no one could see. He let his fingers travel up my thigh until they were pretty close to a certain area. Then he removed his hand and whispered something.
“We will continue that later…”
With that, he just left me hanging and got up! He picked up his tray and made his way over to the place to put the used trays in. I just sat there, my head spinning. We would continue it later, he could bet on that.
I was so happy. This was probably the best moment of my life so far. If you excluded Alex kissing me for the first time. I had a job. I had a job. A job. A real working, paying job. I couldn’t believe it.
Alex and I went to the canteen to get our lunch. His friends had decided to leave us alone as it was my first day at the company and Alex had told them that I still needed to get used to it. The canteen was a big hall with many little, round tables. There was a place to get your trays and to queue for the food. He had explained to me how it worked. You could choose to get food from here and get a little less of your monthly wage or bring your own food or eat somewhere else and get the full salary. He had chosen to eat in the canteen because he was too lazy and too bad at cooking to bring his own food every day and eating somewhere else would have been too expensive. Also, the canteen offered “okayish” food at a reasonable price according to him.
I didn’t expect much when I sat down to eat. Compared to what I had eaten while living on the street, it was good, but it was still… gruesome. I had something that was called “Chicken in a Breadcrumbs-Coating with a Buttermilk Sauce” but in reality it was just a badly cooked chicken sparsely coated with breadcrumbs and a disgusting blueish sauce. The dessert was a “Yoghurt Cream with Fruity Bits” which tasted more like some strange, watery thing with soggy gummy bears.
I ate it without complaining though, I was grateful for the meal. After we had finished, Alex asked me what I thought about it.
“Um, I… I’ve eaten better meals already?” I said.
“You don’t have to sugarcoat anything,” he replied, a smirk on his lips.
“Well, to be honest, that was one of the worst chickens and yoghurts I ever had. But I’m thankful for any meal I get,” I said after hesitating for a bit.
“I didn’t like it,” Alex said with a laugh. “But that’s just normal,” he added. “You should really teach the cook how to make proper food,” he said, looking serious.
“I’m not that good,” I said, lowering my gaze. He looked to both sides, making sure nobody was looking at us before putting his hand under my chin and tilting up my face up so I was looking him in the eyes.
“You have no idea how amazing you are, don’t you?” He shook his head. “You are incredible and not only when it comes to cooking, you know…” he winked at me and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Thank you,” I said. He put his hand on my thigh under the table where no one could see. He let his fingers travel up my thigh until they were pretty close to a certain area. Then he removed his hand and whispered something.
“We will continue that later…”
With that, he just left me hanging and got up! He picked up his tray and made his way over to the place to put the used trays in. I just sat there, my head spinning. We would continue it later, he could bet on that.
Notes
Do you know any canteens that are like this? Because I do... :P
-Laura
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7/18/14