Writer's Note: I apologise for the late update as I have been getting caught up by work. The graveyard shifts prove to be a killer, but anyway here's a continuation of Act iii.
For a while Mark found himself in a daze, hit by a sense of paranoia.
"Ah Mark, if you miss your girlfriend then call her lah! No need keep looking at your phone one." teased Chris, his head chef.
"Aiyah people don't want me what to do?"
"Are you sure anot? How you know? Maybe people waiting for you to call?"
Mark looked at his watch, ignoring Chris's comments as his head chef laughed by himself. "Oh, I'm getting off work you two enjoy yourself arh!" Said Chris as he walked to the backroom at the kitchen to change.
"Idiot." Mark muttered under his breath.
Chris emerged from the back later on and said, smiling like a fox, "I go already arh, bye!! Don't think too much lah!!"
After his chef stepped out the glass door, Mark leaned against the the fridge beside the sliding kitchen door and watched as the crowds outside went by, his mind constantly carried away by thoughts of Jasmine. He couldn't help but wonder if he had something wrong, why she wouldn't reply his messages.
Then suddenly, his world brightened up as Jasmine stepped into the restaurant as the glass door slide open. "Sorry sorry I'm late!" Chirped Jasmine as usual, smiling like a sunshine dressed in a white tee shirt with black sleeves and a white denim shorts with her long flowing hair slightly curled on both ends.
Mark could only stare as the love of his life walked in and off to the backroom to change.
"Wah Jasmine you today very pretty!!" commented Anqi, the waitress from China.
"Where got, I look so ugly now not enough sleep!" Jasmine remarked and she laughed.
Later in the evening, the kitchen burst into life as Mark and Jasmine set to work once again, preparing ingredients, carrots sliced, pots boiling on the convection stove and
oven humming away as something inside cooked.
As Jasmine pulled out a large pot from under the metal table and carried it to the sink to wash, she broke the brief silence and said, "can you not go?"
Mark looked at her with a very concerned expression, sighed and reluctantly replied, "if I could I would've stayed but I've already given people my word."
"All of you are good, walking out one by one leaving me alone here! What am I going to do then?!"
"But I wasn't expecting to go so soon I swear!" argued Mark.
He had taken a job offer at another restaurant and everyone knew. Mark however, was not the only kitchen crew planning to leave the restaurant, Derrick, his senior and sworn brother had left a month ago and Chris their head chef was rumored to leave anytime, and now, Mark was too about to leave.
Jasmine was not too happy about the predicament given the strength of the restaurant and her limited capability to run the entire kitchen alone. Deep inside, she wanted to beg Mark not to go, and of all people he was the one she stayed on for, having previous thoughts of abandoning the job. Without him, life would be different and work would be hell.
Mark however had made up his mind, deciding to grab an opportunity to run a cafe on his own having been offered the job by another company. To him, the only way to step up his career was to keep moving; something Jasmine could not yet understand....
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