An Interview for Two [Carmen/Westley]

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After a small amount of consideration, Carmen decided it was time to expand her family. She meant, of course, her family at the Three Tomatoes. A few of her darling children had already had to regretfully leave, due to college, finding a better job with more pay, or other problems. There was still quite a few of her family remaining on the staff, but the holidays were coming up and many were going away. It would be nice to be able to add more people back in -- not replace, her children could never be replaced -- but there was always more room for it to grow. Besides, it was better to be safe than sorry -- while Carmen was perfectly capable of taking care of everything herself, she did unfortunately have a limit, and there was only so many things she could do at once. And so, she decided to place a colorfully and attractive sign clearly labeled "HELP WANTED" in her cafe's window. She had learned a thing or two about advertising from her father (God bless his soul); one, don't resort to newspapers unless desperate; two, window signs are free and have usually been successful in his experience; three, there are always people looking for jobs. It would be pretty easy to at least get a few applicants, Carmen figured. The Three Tomatoes was a pretty popular place anyways, and a lot of people would probably jump at the opportunity. It was a perfect strategy. Sure enough, within the day she put the sign up, Carmen had received a few interested customers. She gave them all application forms with a smile and a wink, and wished them luck. The next few days passed by quickly enough, and she had given out a couple more applications. Some had returned them, and after reading them over and doing a little research, Carmen contacted them to schedule an interview. One of the applicants was a high school student by the name of Westley S. Walters. He seemed to be a nice enough kid -- a bit quirky, but good-willed and good-natured. She was most likely going to hire him, but the standard procedure was an interview -- which had been amiably arranged at four in the afternoon that day, and it was already 3:45. Carmen liked the interviews, it was a chance to be able to ask a possible new family member some questions and get to know them a little, and see if they were going to be able to fit in with the rest of them. She was sure it’d go fine, but better safe than sorry, right?

words: 443 tag: westley, querido~! <3 notes: I AM SO SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG BUT I GOT IT DONE

MADE BY HABBUE OF GS

[Westley Walters-Kirkland]

Wes was unsure as to the various formalities for a job interview, and by asking about he was pulling around in circles and circle of confusion. Was he supposed to get flowers? Was it like a date? He had brushed his hair as neatly as he could and tidied up his uniform but there really was hardly else that he could do, the boy was low on money after all. Though, the girls in his class continued to prod him in the direction of getting the owner flowers to butter her up. He was instead worried that it would look odd if he did, and decided to arrive just on time, with just his charming self in tow.

The boy stepped inside and craned his neck about, nervously rising up onto the tips of his toes to look over the tables for the woman he had handed his application to. She was very pretty, not the girlish pretty with big eyes but that womanly pretty with nice curves with that motherly face. "Hullo?" he asked the air, standing over by the register and peering around once again, she wasn't in sight just yet and he hardly knew if that meant anything at all. One of his classmates had gone on a long rant when he had mentioned a job interview about the secret language of business owners and how to tell what to say to get hired. To him it sounded odd, and dishonest, why would he lie to get a job? Well, lie about the large things, there were some things that could be overlooked, women always gave an inch onto their chest size and five pounds off their weight. His lie was just a white lie, and it wouldn't come up.

Wes rose up onto his toes again, turning around and staring over the tables, out the windows, and into the street lazily. A pack of students walked by, joking and chuckling amiably between themselves, one giving him a wave that he gladly returned. If she gave him the job it would be rather nice, he liked working with people even though they time to time made him horribly anxious. His Mum would be proud though, he was going off and being independent all on his very own. He was growing up! Her lambykins~ He could get her a better Christmas present because just love didn't cut it with how much he wanted to get her a nice bag or a fancy dress that she wanted in the catalog. She would horribly proud of him when she found out, once he had graduated of course. Oz would too! And well...his father...well. It hardly mattered what he did, he would always shove him off into a corner, never would her care what that man thought.

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As she waited for the few minutes remaining to pass on the trusty clock on the wall for the interviewee to arrive, Carmen gave herself the duties tidying up the kitchen and counter some. It was obligated and part of the job as each meal ended, and her employees knew all too well -- they did a rather good job, but there were just a few spots that could be done better. They were currently on their short fifteen minute break, and would be coming back around the time when she was conducting her interview. As the boss and the supervisor of the place, it was also her task to check and correct any potential messes or mistakes that were left behind. She took a wipe from the box underneath the sink, and the bottle of cleaning product they used and did a once-over on the counter. It only took a few moments to do, and it was worth scrubbing the stains just a little bit more to remove them, and ensure they did not appear to be sloppy. After discarding the wipe and placing the bottle back in its rightful place, she moved on to quickly browse through the refrigerator. All of the food had expiration dates, and it was critical to always look through to make sure everything was labeled and dated -- it was absolutely not allowed to let any food that was going to be prepared for customers be in any way possibly spoiled or rotten. As she took out some unlabeled boxes, Carmen heard a "Hullo?" from outside at the main counter. Glancing to the clock inside the kitchen, the hands now read four o'clock. He arrived on time, that was a very good first impression. "One moment, I'll be right there!" She called as she finished up scribbling the dates on the black food containers, and put them back in the refrigerator. She threw her hairnet into the trash as she passed, and smiled brightly in greeting as she looked over Westley. He was appropriately dressed for the occasion; another check already. "Hello, Westley! Please, follow me!" Carmen was refraining from using her native language on purpose -- she eased into it as time went on with new employees. Gesturing for him to do so, and she began the familiar short trek to her office area. "How are you today~?"

words: 396 tag: westley notes: for you, querido -- again, sorry i was a bit belayed

MADE BY HABBUE OF GS

[Westley Walters-Kirkland]

Westley jumped a little when he was addressed directly, having had his attention diverted to peering about more than waiting. He looked about for a moment rather wildly to find the source of the voice, a hand protectively pressed over his quickly beating heart as if to keep it from jumping right out of his chest and onto the floor. Ah...he was rather horridly nervous wasn't he? A job was rather important to stick a stake into his new found independence and this quaint little place was so convenient. he did hope he got the job with no complications at all.

He gave a sweet smile as a woman appeared from behind the counter, lacing his fingers together and resting them up on his belly as he watched her rather curiously. She was quite the pretty sort, rather tall with curves in all the right places and a horribly infectious smile if he hadn't been already doing so. It only took a glance for the little flutter in his gut to settle and the boy to feel right at home with her, those bright eyes were filled with warmth and he had little to fear from her.

"Hello~" he repeated a little more cheerily, his stance becoming a little more relaxed as he followed after her into the back. The kitchen smelled wonderful, and he peered about everywhere as he followed after a soft smile on his lips as his bright green eyes drank it all in. His Mum would like this place, warm and cheery with the kind of food that was perfect on a rainy day. With a low rumble his stomach seemed to agree, twisting a little more noticeably with hunger from all of the good food about. He had a good package of instant noodles at home though, it would just have to be polite and wait.

"I am quite well, and you? This place does look horridly pretty and homely, did you decorate it yourself?" The boy flashed her a charming grin and seated himself down in a chair after she had done so first. "Nice weather don't you think? Better than the storms of late..."