Thread: Let's Do the Walk of Shame (Deceitful_Lies)

Ah Philip! O est la can...ct-o...shoot! Why can't I remember how to say glazed duck?! Blythe muttered frustrated as she tried talking to the rtisseur, the man by the name of Philip looked entertained at the young woman walking around. Blythe was a little on the stressed side yet tried to remain cool, calm, and collected. Mademoiselle, do you mean Le Canard glac? He asked with a smug grin, Blythe lightly glared at him before nodding and caused him to laugh. The brunette smiled slightly as she leaned against the brick wall, she was tired. Philip patted her head. Do not worry, Mademoiselle, Le Canard glac is in the oven. The critique will love it, if I do say so myself. Blythe softly laughed as she felt the heat skin on the back of her neck cooling against the cold wall behind her, it was a welcoming feeling. Blythe jolted as a server entered, ordering a Chocolate Cup Crme Brule, she quickly headed back to her station, grabbing everything she needed. Today was busy and she couldn't stop and rest, the fast she did things, the fast the day seem to move along and the fast she could end this and go over to Pheobe's. Blythe was glad, she finally was getting closer to the older woman. Maybe, just maybe, she could get Pheobe out of the horrendous job she had and working in the restaurant along side her. Blythe smiled to herself as she thought about it, at the moment everything was perfect. Mademoiselle, la Crme Brule! Well almost everything, Blythe snapped back to reality as she realized, her dessert was burning. Twelve hours later, Blythe was finally done! The restaurant was closed for the night, the critique gave them an A and an amazing critique, and right now Blythe was making the finally dessert. Two Mocha Pots de Crme, sweet, gooey and chocolaty it was perfect. Blythe placed the ceramic heart shaped bowls in a small cardboard box, hoping nothing would happen to them. Finally she finished, Blythe walked out and finished locking up for the night. She quickly found bike and got on, she carefully placed the box in the back basket before taking off. Yes, Blythe didn't have a car and yes, she only had a bike. Her father died in a car accident and after that, getting into a car freaks her out, she didn't tell anyone since they found it either funny or sad. Blythe didn't need their pity nor their humiliation, she kept peddling also the place she called home was only two miles away from the restaurant. Blythe hopped off the bike and quickly pushed it into the alleyway before chain it to a thick water pipe and headed into the apartments, she passed by a mirror and quickly fixed her hair. Blythe wasn't sure if to change before heading to Pheobe's or not, she went with the latter one since this wasn't a date or anything like that. The brunette got into the elevator and pressed the button, she felt a little nervous about this. Her foot lightly tapped to the elevator music as she waited, a fluttering could be felt inside her stomach as the door opened. Blythe stepped out and made her way over to Pheobe's, she lightly knocked before waiting, holding the small cardboard box close the smell of the chocolate was making her hungry.