RP: Middle of the week. Bored.
Date: October 5, 2011
Characters: Gigi Campbell, Chris Pho
Location: Angel Abbey
Status: Public - ish
Summary: Gigi searches Chris out to give a report of how the whole cooking thing went.
Completion: Incomplete
Gigi was going to go ahead and blame this decision on boredom. Wasn’t like she usually went around searching out strangers at their workplace just to tell them that, ‘hey, I didn’t burn down my kitchen with that recipe you gave me’. Wasn’t like she usually accepted recipes (or anything) from strangers at all. It was just, yeah, boredom. Definitely boredom. Maybe she should have just gone into the shop instead.
The guy - Chris, she really needed to remember that his name was Chris - probably didn’t even remember that he’d scrawled a recipe out for her anyways. God, this was probably going to be awkward, but she had already wasted the gas to drive down to Angel Abbey, no use chickening out now. She was a big girl, she could get through one conversation.
With a deep breath she stepped into the restaurant, went straight up to the hostess and asked, “Is the assistant manager working today? Chris I think his name is.” She could be wrong though. And hey, maybe she would luck out and he wouldn’t be in today.
Characters: Gigi Campbell, Chris Pho
Location: Angel Abbey
Status: Public - ish
Summary: Gigi searches Chris out to give a report of how the whole cooking thing went.
Completion: Incomplete
Gigi was going to go ahead and blame this decision on boredom. Wasn’t like she usually went around searching out strangers at their workplace just to tell them that, ‘hey, I didn’t burn down my kitchen with that recipe you gave me’. Wasn’t like she usually accepted recipes (or anything) from strangers at all. It was just, yeah, boredom. Definitely boredom. Maybe she should have just gone into the shop instead.
The guy - Chris, she really needed to remember that his name was Chris - probably didn’t even remember that he’d scrawled a recipe out for her anyways. God, this was probably going to be awkward, but she had already wasted the gas to drive down to Angel Abbey, no use chickening out now. She was a big girl, she could get through one conversation.
With a deep breath she stepped into the restaurant, went straight up to the hostess and asked, “Is the assistant manager working today? Chris I think his name is.” She could be wrong though. And hey, maybe she would luck out and he wouldn’t be in today.