Having An Interesting Day At Work

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WHO: Spain, Romano
WHEN: Monday lunchtime
WHERE: Dos Llamas
WHAT: A Hectic Schedule

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Here, have your "Lovi love" XD

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It wasn't often that Romano found himself in a situation like this. His classes had finished for the day- or at least, the classes he actually felt like attending- and he had nothing more to do than return back to the apartment. If all went well, Feliciano would still be out designing tacky clothes and hanging with tacky friends, leaving Romano to raid the fridge and collapse in front of the tv without the annoying whines and "Ve"s trailing through the house.

Of course, that was if everything went as planned. Unfortunately, for Romano, it never did. If it had, he would not be majoring in a dead-end course, be 'best friends' with an idiot and sharing an apartment with his retarded brother.
It didn't surprise him then, when he searched his bag, to find the apartment keys missing.
"God-F****ing-Damnit!" [note: Rating? XD]
He was hungry, and tired, and hungry, and not in the mood to be locked out of his apartment. Romano dropped his college bag unceremoniously on the doorstep, fishing through his pockets for his phone to punch in his brother's number. The concept of Feliciano being at work, or having other things to attend to aside from letting his older brother into The Charleston didn't cross his mind once as the phone rang.
And rang..and rang... and eventually switched to an answering machine.
Romano swore again, louder this time, as the phone was dropped just as carelessly into his bag. He was still very hungry, but the Pizzeria (from where he'd often get a free meal) was too far away and his languor too extreme to carry him there.....there was only one other option.

And that was how he arrived, quite reluctantly, at Dos Llamas. Or more specifically just outside Dos Llamas, as he peered through the glass window and deliberated upon entering.
It looked quite busy and he wondered if the potential of a meal was even worth all the hassle of greeting Antonio, after all he was already in a bad mood.
But he was also very hungry, and that presiding factor was what drove him to enter the store.

Yay~ Lovi Love=Epic win BTW XD

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(ooc: Feel free to cuss at will XD I'm not to worried about it and the rules only say we have to mark it if its above pg-13. And I wanna call Romano Lovi so bad~ I need to come up with another nickname quick 'oTL)

Antonio let out a small sigh of relief as he finally managed to get the lunch rush under control. One of the other workers had finally shown up (spouting off some excuse about how he had gotten lost walking down the path of life or something like that. Antonio had been to busy to really listen in) and so Antonio's work load had lightened immensely. He was just busting one of the tables, pushing the dirty dishes into one of the bins and had started to wipe the table clean with one of the damp rags when he heard the telltale tinkle of the bell he had attached to the door. Of course, his boss hated the idea of a bell ringing every time someone came into the restaurant but Antonio had convinced him that it would be worth the chime to know that there was a new customer in the store and being able to attend to said customer right away.

"Puedo ayudarle?" Antonio asked loud enough to be heard over the now died down sounds of the diner. Despite the fact that they were at the tail end of the lunch rush the building was still packed and there was hardly a seat open. The Spanish man rose to his full height, feeling his back pop from having leaned over the table and offered a signature smile as he wiped off his hands on his apron.

Then he caught sight of Romano and his grin doubled in size even though no one would have thought it possible.

"Romano!" He exclaimed happily, quickly walking over to the entrance of the building where his friend was now standing and trying to resist the urge to engulf him in a hug. That was what he usually did with his friends but had learned the hard way that the small Italian did not appreciate such a gesture. The hard way of course involving bodily harm.

"What brings you here?" He asked, grinning ear from ear and taking a glance at the clock overhead. One o'clock. Good, he would get off at two thirty and be able to make it home in ample time for his siesta. Of course, any normal person would have put two and two together and realized that the smaller man was here for food. But then again, its Antonio we're talking about.

And in second place comes Italian excuses! XD

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The bell tinkled over his head and Romano knew, then and there, that he'd passed the point of no return. Antonio had spotted him, and now there was no escape.
The Italian's body tensed slightly in anticipation as Antonio approached him, half expecting a signature bone-crushing hug. He was relieved, to say the least, when it didn't come-perhaps the Spaniard had finally learnt something.
He reminded himself not to place so much faith in his friend's IQ.

Romano's gaze followed Antonio's to the clock, as he tried to calculate how long he would have to endure society (and the Spaniard) until siesta became a legitimate excuse to leave.
"My damn brother lost his keys and decided to take mine instead, so I'm locked out because of him! And I'm hungry damnit..." Romano pouted, and for that moment, he seemed more childish than any 23 year old man ever should.

The restaurant had calmed down a little, enough to confirm for Romano that he'd be able to get a table, but not so much so to expect fast service.
He wondered if he'd even get into the apartment in time for a siesta.

Pfft~ haha

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Antonio opened his mouth to reply but however he heard someone call for his attention and he was forced to deal with them. His smile wavered lightly but he managed to keep it in place only through years of practice. He held up a single finger for the universal sign for wait a moment before heading off and taking care of the customers needs. Thankfully all they needed was a refill in drinks and so he could return his attention back to the Italian.

When the Spaniards attention returned to Italian he found that the younger man had taken a seat all on his own. Typical Romano. Doing whatever he felt like doing whenever he felt like it.

"Well then what can I get you Lovi?" Antonio asked, smiling so wide that his eyes were narrowed and the a line or two appeared at the corners. He had no idea why he called the other man Lovi when his name was Romano and when the other had demanded an explanation he had none to give other than that he simply 'looked like a Lovi'.

He stood at the table his weight on one leg and his head tilted to the side happily. At that precise moment there was two words that described the way Antonio looked. And those two words were 'Happy Puppy'. Antonio was happiest when he was serving people and making them happy.

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Antonio was happy, too happy. It bothered him. No one in their right mind should be that ecstatic at work, but then again, he heavily doubted that Antonio had a 'right mind' to be in.

While the waiter was occupied with a table, Romano took a seat at another without hesitation. When Antonio returned he scoffed at him, "Damnit what's wrong with Romano? Ro-ma-no. Do i seriously have to spell it out for you?"
He had never bothered to acknowledge the difference of conduct between two casual friends and an employee and a customer, and- much to the chagrin of those around him- there was no way he was going to start now.
Plucking the menu from the side of the table, Romano started wishing he was at home again, where lunch was as simple as placing pasta in boiling water. He didn't mind the more fancy cuisine, and this wasn't the first time he had stopped by Dos Llamas to eat, but when patience and interest were severely lacking, he couldn't care less for a chef-prepared meal.

He pointed to the empanadas without looking up,
"Do you have any wine as well? Red wine?"

Thank god the French got one thing right.

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Antonio, instead of replying to Romano's small outburst, just blinked. Making him look even more clueless than he normally did. Which was a feat in itself. Thankfully he caught the point to the Empanadas and quickly made note of it in his head before opening his mouth to speak.

"Yes, we have a couple of different red wines. I can bring you the wine list if you'd like" Antonio said quickly, shifting his weight to his other leg and slipping his hands into the front pocket of his apron. Before waiting for a reply, Antonio was gone. He had headed back to the back once more and placing Romano's order with the cooks. He then grabbed the rarely used wine list off of one of the tables and headed back out to where his friend was sitting.

"Here" he said with another wide smile as he set down the list on the Italian's table before being called for again. Antonio mentally let out a groan before nodding back at Romano.

"I'll be right back" he said gently before leaving the table for the second time in the span of five minutes.