Discover Grill 55 {Skyanna}

[dylan]

as days go by
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THE NIGHT'S ON FIRE

Plates clattered loudly against stainless steel tables, rich smells wafting up from them in a thin line of steam. Meat sizzled on the grills, its juices dripping to the open flames underneath that rose to lick at the spiced rub applied to the slices of beef, fish, chicken and pork. Water hissed as raw pasta splashed into its boiling depths, stirred in giant shinning pots. Sauce, containing a secret blend of spices and fresh herbs simmered quietly on the side of the stove, large bubbles breaking the surface slowly. The sound of a blade chopping through crisp greens or slicing citrus was ever present under the melody of a busy restaurant kitchen. Cooks scurried around the kitchen attending to their varies tasks: mixing salads, pilling food on plates to satisfy orders or washing the constant flow of dirty dishes.

Despite the barely organized chaos of the room, a man stood calmly in the center of it, commanding the ebb and flow of entrees with a few clear words that easily rose over the din of the dishes. His dark eyes remained closed, focusing all my senses on the smell of the ladle holding soup to my nose. The scent was off, the taste even more, but he just couldn't place the missing spice among the distractions around him. Shattering ceramic echoed through the steel and white walls kitchen. Motion paused for a heart beat as heads turned to the culprit, the newest cook a thin boy with mousy blond hair. A mumbled apology started falling from his tiny frame. Sighing, a graceful hand returned the ladle to the small steaming pot of thick dark liquid. "Clean it up Kip. I don't want any accidents tonight. The head chef's deep voice was firm and clearly ordered the group back to their plates and ignore the mess, business must continue. The sauce would be something that would be attended to later after it was sure that Kipniptezky, nicked name Kip, sweep up the broken pieces.

Dylan was one of two head chefs at Grill 55, one of the fancier restaurants in the area. All meat here was grilled over an open flame and served next to a variety of sides from around the world. Italian pastas, Greek salads and foods of other origins were made and served under his touch. His recent creation had just started being served here and the Greek Orange Soup was going over marvelously. A journalist of sorts was expected to appear tonight for an interview, on one of the busiest nights naturally. But she insisted on seeing him in full Head Chef mode, in order to capture the "true chef" as she put it on the phone. A soft chuckle shook his shoulders as he flipped a fillet over, turning it slightly to get the cross hatch grill marks so elusive to many chefs in this town. Honestly, he was expecting a thin book worm of a girl, possibly with braces and bad skin standing in the corner or underfoot. Exactly what was needed right now. The plan was simple, just answer her questions quickly and get her out before she, or Kip, knocked something over.

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[Skyanna Farris]

weep for yourself, my man,

"Okay, Pink, our time is juuuust about up.." Skyanna remarked below the pounding beats of the popular hit, 'Raise Your Glass', before turning it down. Eyes narrowing on the resturaunt, Grill fifty-five to be exact, she pulled off the main road and into the parking lot. "What is there like fifty-four other ones?" Her fingertips rolled against the leather steering wheel in a rhythimic motion - from pinky to index finger, eyes still scanning for an empty spot. She was on time, if not early, so there was no need to rush. She was typically a punctual person, or at least when she really wanted to be. Pulling her shiny, silver Lexus into an open spot, she slung her deux lux purse over her shoulder, and hopped on out of the car. She headed toward the restaurant - black heels clicking with each step. She was definitely dressed for the occasion: not over the top, but still fancy for that professional effect.

Now, this wasn't exactly her topic of choice - most of the other kids had snatched them up or been assigned to more 'interesting' options before herself - but it was going to work. And she was going to kick butt at it, right? She was so ready to grab this bull by the horns. Besides, what was so bad about food? She loved food. Good food, at least. In all honesty, she kind of expected the Chef to be some old fart who was going to ramble on and on about his 'days in the war' and how brutal it was or something movie-scene-typical like that. Better than some high strung idiot who didn't know what he was doing. At least it would be something to write about. She just hoped this guy, whoever he was, would at least be worth her while. Someone who wouldn't waste her time.

Click-clack, click-clack. Skyanna walked straight to the podium in which people requested their seating arrangements for the evening. Looking the young, fine man straight in the eye, she gave him a broad smile. "Hi." Short, to the point. "I'm interviewing Mr. Destefano at 7'oclock." She went ahead and made herself at home by putting her forearm along the dark wood podium, eyes on him. "Is that so? Let me check here." She opened her mouth, about to speak, but just rose her brows and looked down at the podium in kind of an 'okay then' motion. Shouldn't they know she was coming? Warn this little young lad or something? Her hazel eyes scanned the room - just taking a note on how packed it really was. There was no joke about it being 'the busiest night', as the Chef had put it. "Oh! Here we are. Would you like me to lead you back there?" "Well, unless you want me to get lost." She slowly looked back at him, and gave out an amused laugh. The young man laughed nervously, and nodded his head - a notion to follow him. She leaned off the podium and clicked on after him.

"Right this way.." He leaned against a door that swung open - easy for those carrying plates, platters, etc. She nodded her head at him in a 'thanks', and strutted on in. Her eyes instantly dashed to all the chaos going on within the kitchen. Holy crap. How was she going to function in here? How could anyone function in here? 'Clean it up, Kip. I don't want any accidents tonight.' Well, that royally sucked to have on their busiest night. Her lips pulled into a wide smile, eyes fixating on the few people who glanced her way. She obviously was in some peculiar attire compared to their uniformed aprons. She stood out like a sore thumb. "This will be fun.." Eyes scanned the clashing kitchen once more, taking in all the delicious scents of spices and freshly cooked food, with an excited smile crawling on her lips. "So. Where might the fabulous Chef be?" Sky announced, putting one hand on her hip.

you'll never be what is in your heart.

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outfit • the picture! ;)
lyrics • little lion man - mumford & sons
notes • sooo sorry this is late. i'm not usually like this. just was super busy with summer school/my new job! thank you for being patient. [/blockquote]

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