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The city lights were bright as Melisse found herself enveloped by the chills of the night air. Only the streets lamps and lights of the Main Street illuminating en masse saved the streets fro the pitch darkness that now hung above the sky. Without thinking, the woman brought a hand to the simplistic black scarf around her neck, tugging it that bit tighter so that it hugged closer to her neck, saving in the warmth. She could still feel it behind her, body lingering in the open door of the restaurant, seemingly torn as to whether she should leave or give in to her desires and turn back. Melisse knew that was impossible, for she had tried it before. Turning at the end of her bounteous shift with one of her infectious yet somehow sad smiles, shrugging off her jacket and proclaiming she was fit to continue into the night with such an exuberance, that if she hadn’t been working more than any other waitress, anyone would have perceived the woman to be arriving fresh for work. Her boss saw through that now. Someone had told him that she no longer found her rest during the day like he had presumed, yet worked in a café, though smaller it was en par in its activity during the sunlit hours. Part of Lisse resented the caring of others, easing her into just going home, as though somehow they were the ones tightening the hold of a nightmare wherein dreams could never come true. Determination was a powerful, twisted force that left her resilient and forceful. She knew it was only the concern of others, yet this was a world where you couldn’t wave a wand nor wish upon the stars now holding their place within the sky.

There was a noticeable clash as the door closed, efficiently barring her return and bringing a sigh from lightly glossed lips. Slim fingers slipped elegantly into the pockets of the jacket undone against her slimmer body, stroking the paper edges of the envelope within just for the satisfaction it was there. Many would have thought it materialistic, how only safe in the knowledge her pay check was safe that the waitress suddenly began her walk with a spring in her step, but those who knew Melisse Luaudais would never have been able to label her as materialistic. The fact was she worked so damn hard for every cent she owned. Almost treasured even the coins, smiling fondly as she knew she’d get home, slip them into a glass jar, knowing that one day it’d fill and accumulate into dollars. Tresses of ebony skimmed the edge of her shoulders as, with one last look to the restaurant in which she worked, the eyes of a dreamer envisioned the name replaced with her own. How beautiful that day would be, and it had the twenty five year old grinning even in spite those she walked past looked with enquiring glances, oddly bemused at the sole woman who so brilliantly smiled alone, yet warmed that there was still people in the world who could walk through such suffocating crowds with such a pleasant demeanour. Occasionally, entirely by accident she would knock against another, swiftly placing a soft hand on their shoulder as she uttered her apologies, causing the bystander to momentarily pause at the kindness displayed so different form the usual rudeness of these city types. Maybe it was the New Orleans in her. Brightening her among the repetitions of City life and god hoped her vitality would never cease to shine.

Breaking away from the current of the crowd that came to a halt at a red light, Lisse turned the corner with a subtle curl of her lips. Nothing could compare to the sights and smells of New Orleans, but Walten City’s line of restaurants sure came close. Where others walked past the rows of restaurants without so much as the bat of an eyelid, Melisse’s hazel stare widened in delight for her one passion. Even slowing her pace so she could just stare at forkfuls of Italian Pasta and plates laden with cultured Thai, even in the dimmer lights of these restaurants Melisse noted the colours and textures, mind a blur as subconsciously she pieced ingredients and spices together- even improvements. Whether the chefs needed her ‘improvements’ wasn’t known, but from sight alone the waitress with impeccable culinary skill saw the food being served almost as a puzzle. Sometimes pieces were forced, but they never really fit and so you had to step back and evaluate. Food was like that. Take the perfect gumbo. It may look like it contained the worlds spices but sometimes a simple taste could reveal somehow it was still bland and suddenly even a few drops of Tabasco brought the dish to life. She may have caused a slight nuisance among the speedier pedestrians, yet who could ignore passion? Especially when, in the midst of those calling in quits in the increasing lateness of the night, it was she alone who blazed?


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Food was something that Grant had always had. As a child, he could clearly remember helping his mother in the kitchen, his father watching some sort of game on the tele. It was the way he was raised and there was some major fond memories that he held dear. As he had gotten older he always thought of food as something comfortable, something that was always there. Now he understand that perhaps that was the mantra for a person close to being highly overweight, but couldn't disagree more with those crazed health nuts that said that food should only be uses as sustance and nothing more. If that was the case then why in the world did a lot of events and important things happen over food. Hello, the last supper anyone? He was just frustrated at those veggie people and he was sure it would wear off, but he had to admit that he was really doing his best to make sure that he gave healthier food a fair shot. He had eaten Katya's creations after all, but somewhere deep down, he still missed his over cheesy, way to fattening, heart clogging food and that was where he had headed to that very evening several hours before.

There was something about a packed resturant that just made him happy. As he walked through the doors of his favorite pizza place, he headed straight to a booth that had red vinyl that had seen it's glory days and a worn ans scratched glossy table. The place wasn't some high end dinner or fancy five star resturant, but it served the best pizza in Walten by none. Nothing compared, and he thought he had been a rather good boy and had eaten all his veggies for a whole week, he just wanted a slice or two to tide him over. He hadn't really lied to Katya about going, he did say he was going for a walk and that he would be back shortly. He also mentioned that he might stop in and have a quick snack or a tea, something like that. So, when he ordered his deep dish pizza with everything, he knew he wasn't feeling guilty, it was just hunger. He loved his girls food, but he was just missing the warm cheesy goodness that was Luigi's pie in the sky favorite.

He had made it through about three slices, had the rest put in a box, that he was sure to sneak in and stick in the back of the fridge so he could take it to work tomorrow. He had left a big tip, and felt his stomach full with goodness, when he saw through one of the places large glass windows a familiar brunette walking by herself. Quickly ending his conversation with Luigi himself, he pushed open the door, pulling the collor of his prideful jacket closer to his neck. "Oi, Lisse" When she turned around to see him, he gave a wide grin and headed in her direction, quickly covering the distance, he pulled her into a friendly hug. "What are you doing here so late, working too much as usual, I 'spose"

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Even looking at restaurants made her mind salivate. For Lisse really only enjoyed the cooking process of food, rather than the eating. At home she often cooked bounteous and complicated dishes, only to forgo eating them herself and passing them onto her various neighbours. Such activities were a delight for those who lived near her, and Lisse was a woman very proud in that. For her, cooking was about the experience and the reactions of others. For food was a lot like emotions, Melisse thought. If someone was down, something steamy and chocolate could bring them back up, much in the same way that a perfectly selfish day involved gorging on every type of food otherwise abandoned due to whatever diets or general well being a person was taking part in. Not that the woman ever needed a ‘selfish food day’, nor did she need to diet. Waitressing, though far from being technical, was very active work, and most things she cooked were healthily balanced- until she got to pastries. Perhaps her forte, her pastries were often loaded with caster sugar and cream and all those delightful ingredients that seemed snack sized in a bakery yet one bite contained the calories of a steak and trimmings. The forte of hers was a guilty pleasure, one that she didn’t advise, and at least it was home cooked. Which was more than could be said for some restaurants along the main streets, many of which Lisse thought fell far below the calibre of ‘restaurant’ and fell suitably into fast food. Whilst Thai restaurants had captured her interest, a pizzeria had her flatly declining to look, walking past.

Just even knowing she was walking past the place, the door opening and the smell of grilled cheese oozing out into the nights air, had Lisse envisioning a film of grease over mozzarella and heavily salted pizza sauce. Admittedly the smell was delicious, and no doubt it would taste it. But, as an experienced cook, at least by hobby, the woman knew that in food, looks and taste could easily be deceiving. The dark haired woman had been mentally prepping her own late night meal, since of course a moonlighting waitress lacked the time to eat, when she heard her name called. It wasn’t particularly often that it happened, since ideally she usually planned to rush home, not to mention the fact that she had a remarkable knack of slipping between others grasps with all the talents of a snake. Lingering wasn’t something that Lisse was well known for, nor even committing. Yet, as she turned to face the source of the British accent, her smile was a genuine one, one that said she could devote that time. Work was over after all. At least until the morning, this is where the whole cycle would start again.

She smiled almost guiltily as if caught, not sure whether having a reputation as a workaholic was a good thing or a bad thing. Though she never once questioned Grant’s friendliness, and so doubted very highly it was placed in a weary connotation. “Unlike you, I’m not the boss. I can’t be taking off on a whim, you know,” Lisse joked, returning the hug, though where Grant retracted, Lisse remained steady, if anything pulling the man closer. This wasn’t an act of flirtation, for Lisse had no interest in Grant as a romantic interest and besides, he had a lovely girlfriend, Katya. No, Melisse Luaudais, with the culinary nose of a bloodhound had picked up a scent. It was a scent that did not fall too well on her sense at all. Accusatory, Lisse pulled back with suspicion clearly distinguishable in her almond shaped eyes. “I’d know that smell anywhere, god knows I have to pass it every night…” For a few moments she just started at the taller man, as if silently forcing him into some sort of submission. Or at least attempting too. Something wasn’t quite right in this picture, the woman deduced. She knew there were all sorts of beautiful restaurants along Main Street, her own workplace included, and yet here was Grant, with the scent of food yet clearly alone. Lisse ticked off a higher class meal off her mind, reasoning that he had no company, Katya or his colleagues. Logically, that left only a few ‘restaurant’s, as they liked to believe they were, left along the street. “Grant, is there something you’d like to tell me?” There was no time for the poor man to answer, for Lisse was brushing up against him again, sniffing before drawing back. “Grant Hood I know the smell of over oiled mozzarella and highly salted dough base anywhere! You’ve been at Luigi’s!” Spotted on Main Street, Grant Hood caught with his hands fresh out the cookie jar.


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People often got into those situations where you instantly regret doing something. It was human nature after all. We are flawed creatures, ones that constantly are craving perfection and continually fall short. There was no need to worry about these situations, unless of course you are in a bar, three drinks past your limit and your contemplating getting on the bar to some sort of britney spears song. This was not one of those extreme situations, these was just one of those oridinary lapses in recognition of what was about to come. Grant really should have forseen the events that were bound to occur. Not only was Katya a health food nazi, but also the very friend that he himself had stopped was also part of that kin, and they were both like tigers when it came to food that was unhealthy for poor Grant's heart. He still hadn't realized that was about to occur when he spoke. "Oh lisse, you could be the boss if you wanted. I could always help you, you know." It was a long argument and one that rarely got spoken about. He loved Melisse as a sister and just wanted to see her do something with her life, other then working two jobs, even if she appeared to be completely off her rocker and seemed to enjoy it.

The moment of realization hit Grant like a fright train, when the hug didn't just end, but lingered. He was completely unaware the the hug could mean anything more then a hug, but when she pulled back and he looked into her dark eyes, he realized his mistake. Even if he had been sitting in Luigi's for only a moment, he still would have been caught. He couldn't understand it for the life of him, but she had clearly realized where he had been, and her expression spoke volumes, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to apologize and beg for forgiveness or if he wanted to laugh heartily. He quirked part of his mouth into a smile and tried to appear innocent. Shrugging his shoulders at her next questions of whether he wanted to tell her something or not. Like most children, he wanted to see how much she truly knew before admiting anything. He once again didn't speak a word, because he was being pulled again into a hug, but no one in their right mind that was being 'sniffed' could call it a hug. When Lisse pulled back, there was a huge smile on his face that despite his best efforts he could not conceal.

He was indeed caught on main stree with his hands on the pizza box. Trying to look innocent and as 'puppy dog eyed' as he could, he smiled again, and pulled the bag containing his pizza container from behind his back with a shrug. Now it was time to plead his case. "Lisse, it's just pizza and I only had three or four slices, i don't quite remember, but I've eaten everything Katya has cooked and it was just killing me, not to have something so yummy."

[/b] His words came out in a rush and he was smiling and his accent was becoming thicker as the words sped up. Now, he wasn't completely sure what tricks women had up their sleeves, but he couldn't help but want to please them, but at the same time, he just wanted his freaking pizza. "It's not completely fair you know, I mean, Katya can eat what she likes, and you can eat whatever you like, but I can't....." He wasn't being completely serious, he knew it was because of health reason, but he also knew that his doctor had told him that he was completely healthy. "...plus that's totally sexist, lisse." He laughed on at his little tack on.

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A rarity amongst most things, talk of her own career was something that Lisse often feigned to be blissfully unaware of. She may have been a woman of politeness and decency, yet contrary to her breezy existence, at times it did unnerve her to be surrounded by the, let’s call them more well endowed in the world of work. It was entirely honest, Lisse’s words when she professed just how much she enjoyed her work, it mixed meeting new people and food after all, yet in her life plan she didn’t plan to still be waitressing. But then she’s already met her own quota, and it had slipped through her fingers. Of course it had been disheartening, there was rarely a day in which she walked this street picturing her own restaurant. Dreams however, were just as hard to keep as they were to create, though Melisse held onto her unwavering determination, heightened by the fact she’d had a restaurant once and so there was no reason she couldn’t do it again. “You never know what’s around the corner Grant,” Lisse spoke with a hint of cryptic nature, pursed lips withdrawing the inner working cogs that spurned her plan into action. Of course she had plans, she was an intelligent woman, yet it was all about the right moment. Which just wasn’t yet? Strange of course, yet Melisse could feel it in her bones. She knew that Grant knew she would never ask nor accept his help. She was proud, independent and the thought of any help and the ‘debt’ she figured came with it made her cringe. But she still appreciated the gesture, and the recognition he gave saying she could be boss and the quirky little smile as she avoided pressing the subject, looking to the side, showed her gratefulness.

She was a huntress, strong, fierce and with eyes that broke people’s noses with just a look. Well, all that was a very fabricated lie, Melisse and her thinner build had as much chance as breaking a nose as she had climbing mount Everest, yet childishly she yearned to just appear a tiny bit intimidating to Grant. Perhaps it was too many late night movies, but when getting a confession, normally people had lamp light and a good cop/bad cop to work with. Damn the main street and its lack of confession pulling items. Of course she was completely blinded by her own shock that she somehow saw past Grant’s wide smile of guilt instead giving a slightly audible gasp as the bag of pizza was revealed, along with it the smell. Admittedly it smelt gorgeous, but unlike Grant, Lisse had backbone. Somebody walked past as she eyed up the bag suspiciously, eyes darting to the woman looking as though she’d caught a friend’s boyfriend having an affair. Though when it came to greasy food, the situation was far worse in Lisse’s eyes. “But Luigi’s? They sell the greasiest pizza in Walten, I swear.” Granted, Grant had a point in that he was a grown man and could eat what he liked, yet unknown to the men of the world, women always had a quiet dominance over the hardier sex, even if it didn’t appear that way. It was the sort of motherly, yet scarily headmistress like attitudes that enabled women like Katya to rope Grant away from the sins of fast food. “You’re sneaking behind her back doing this aren’t you?” The woman didn’t wait for an answer, shaking her head with sigh. “Oh grant, see what food does to you? You should have phoned me, I would have whipped you an alternative.” Briefly, Lisse eyes Grant through slightly squinted eyes, preparing for any comment that favoured Luigis food over her own. He wouldn’t dare, surely.

“Oh, look, a low flying plane,” she pointed, tone quite dry since in all honesty Lisse was not the type of twenty five year old to give spontaneous and energetic remarks on a whim. That seemed immature to her, yet the situation demanded it. Grants attention perhaps captured, Lisse was like a little burst of speed, snatching the bag out of his hands and holding it to her side in victory. With the other hand, she looped it through one of his, before nudging him to walk alongside her on the street. “We’re flushing your system Grant. Though I can’t condone what you’ve done, you are my friend. And all of this needs covering up.” Wasn’t she a lovely creature? Though what she intended to do with the pizza remain something of a mystery, even now she just loosely held it, almost as if she was ashamed of it. Sometimes she worried she lost modesty, thinking that she could cook better than others, but though she’d never admitted it, it was possibly true in some cases. Turning the corner, her hazel eyes scanned the upcoming sidewalk, peering at the lights that illuminated the windows, and a clear sign that things were open. In the distance she spotted where they needed to be and silently scolded herself for missing her bus, though the importance of friendship outweighed her needs to get home. “Oh and just so you know, the sexism card is completely irrelevant in a society that overuses it to the point it’s like saying hello,” she leaned into Grant with a playful nudge before withdrawing, “remember that, ‘kay?”


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It was an age old argument. He would offer to help her set up her own resturant and she wouldn't even acknowledge it. Grant believed in her though and something deep down told him that she really would be fantastic and that she really needed to do it, the problem was that even though he knew that she would be amazing, she wouldn't do it. That of course frustrated him, because he really did love the dark haired women next to him. She was something special and something that the world would really miss if she was gone, he just wanted her to see how amazing she was and set down whatever issues she had about a business loan and just get over it. There wasn't much he really could do though, so he just rolled his eyes an shook his head briefly no need to get overly upset about something that was bound to come up and again and again. He was hoping that maybe her author friend would perhaps get a move on with it and just convince her to do it. After all, didn't women have some super secret magical powers of persuasian? He didn't know, and sort of didn't wnat to think of his Katya persuading him to eat tofu against his will.

He really was surprised, had she expected any different from him? I mean really? "Of course Luigi's, because it's the greasiest place in town. It just so happens to be the best tasting pizza joint in town. What did you expect really, and don't go giving me some look like I've gone and killed a kitten." He was smiling broadly but knew deep down he was in some serious trouble, now he needed to make sure that she didn't tell Katya or he would not only have to endur the one crazed health nut but two and one of them happened to sleep in his bed at night. At the mention of an alternative, he just eyed her. "You mean one of your delicious salads or gumbos? I loves those, but I hadn't planned the pizza venture and Lugi's just called out to me like it was a Siren and I was a poor lost salior headed for home." He really did seem to have a lova affair with the unhealthy side of a diet. God, only knows how long he had to live so why not enjoy it while he could, but trying to explain that to the food nazi's was impossible, they just didn't get it. John got it though. If John had been there then there would be some awesome pizza eating action without the nasty side effect of upset women.

He was taken by a little surprise at her next comment and dispite himelf he turned to look just for the briefest of moments, before the little dark haired cat women, snatched, no, not snatched stolen, that's right, stole his pizza bag away from him. He eyed her negatively for a moment and then began thinking of a way to get his goods back without hurting her or others in the prcoess, but he was on a very tight rope and at this point, Lisse's wrath might be a bit better then the blond haired women waiting at home for him. He had no choice but to walk with her and he began to get a bit worried at the idea of 'flushing' came into mind. He was just starting to feel good again, why would he need some sort of 'flushing'? He didn't like the sound of it, but he kept his mouth closed, looking for an oppurtunity to snatch the bag and run like a mad man.

Of course this isn't proper behavior for a twenty seven year old, but what choice did he have, desperate times called for desperate mesausers. As she remarked about his remark, he just eyed her and her craftiness. "I shall choose to remember nothing, darling. Do tell me, where are we headed and is there any way that I can beg for forgiveness and avoid this horrid torture that you have in store for me. " He smiled widely, hoping that his best, proper english manners would some how convince her that it was a one time deal and wouldn't happen again, even if it was a complete lie.

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Her nose wrinkled in disgust at Grant’s description of Luigi’s, her own being cut from a very different cloth. The way he talked about the pizza, as though it was something to be treasured made Lisse’s harshly pursed lips soften- yet once more falling into the judgement of a mildly disgusted frown. Grease. Since when had grease ever, ever, ever been associated with something good? It stained carpets and clothes, made mechanics smell like something that nobody wanted to even be near and Lisse disturbingly thought of adolescence and skincare. The term pizza really was quite fitting after all, she mused silently, having grown up blissfully unaware of the meaning of ‘pizza face’, not that it was ever applied to her. At least she thought it was interesting, how different their opinions were, even if she steadfast believed she was in the right, but then whoever chose to hold down their own opinions? As he smiled she cursed his charm, bitterly noting that the fact he was a lawyer really suited him, he knew all the right things to say. Throwing in the towel for an intimidating act she hadn’t exactly kept up, the harshness of her expression softened, though she wasn’t exactly ecstatic, yet more serene and natural than she had been. “You just had to mention the kitten didn’t you,” Lisse spoke coolly, squinting her eyes before giving a flash of her usual grin, “no wonder you’re a good lawyer.” Lisse could only imagine what Grant was like in the court room, and her imagination didn’t quite believe that the Grant she knew could somehow be stern and straight to the point when defending a case or something. It was a hard image to accept, especially when that same ‘lawyer’ stood grinning like a teenager who’d been caught doing something they’d been forbade to do, yet knew that in the end they’d get away with it. Whatever accusatory and disappointing expressions she’d retained, she positively glowed when he mentioned her food, choosing to forget about the pizza business and instead his compliment. Delicious. That was a word any chef, or in her case hobby-chef adored to hear. It was a matter of pride to Lisse, and recognition towards her father, who had taught her everything she knew about gumbo. He had been and still washer hero after all. “Well thankfully I’m here to tie you to the masts,” the woman combated, speaking like one who was offering salvation.

A part of her was deeply impressed at her own slyness, for it wasn’t something she was not known for, nor would ever call herself. Quite pleased that Grant had fallen for her lies, Lisse offered herself a congratulatory cheers in her head, enjoying herself despite the fact she’d essentially put up a dam that completely closed off Grant’s own source of greasy food delight. It would have been easy for the woman to simply dump the carrier bag in a passing bin, yet contrary to her apparent displeasure she felt with Grant, she had never been that way inclined as to throw away someone else’s belongings- no matter how much she would have liked too. She swung the back lightly in her grasp, keeping it on the move as if somehow to keep it still meant she was tempted by the smell, a fact that just for a moment made her heart stop. Imagine it, she eating that. Another wrinkle of the nose was another sign that her war on junk food was in no jeopardy. “Well, darling,” the woman grinned, pronunciation in the best attempt as posh English her Louisiana drawl could imitate, “I wouldn’t be a good executioner if I let you talk me out of the punishment would I? And what are you saying that I’m a sadist? Grant you must stop being so dramatic. For all you know we could be going to Walten World.” Innocence was anyone’s best friend, but Lisse was being completely honest, apart from the Walten World part. However Grant had nothing to fear from her ad the only punishment would be in the form of pure healthiness and all it’s glorious, grease killing benefits.

Pushing open the door of the fruit juice and smoothie bar, Lisse’s eyes flickered to the closing time, breathing relief that miraculously it wasn’t closing quite just yet. “Does this look like punishment to you?” she mused, gesturing to a table and setting the bag down upon it, warning Grant to stay and, more importantly, to not touch the plastic. The woman unwound her scarf, draping it across the back of her chair before walking over to the counter, casting a warm smile at the server before ordering herself a mix of tropical fruits to be blended. Now this place was somewhere that should have been classed as fast food, even the sugars were natural here. A finger was placed lightly on her chin, debating her friends order, mind a buzz with thinking through the blending of her own creation, a pleasurable mix of vibrant oranges laced with a slight pink throughout. There was no doubt it was deliciously appealing, that thought sparking a light bulb in Melisse’s mind. “Wheatgrass, pure wheatgrass please,” Lisse smiled, watching mischievously as within a few minutes an oddly pleasant (colour wise at least) of slightly lumpy drink was placed alongside her own. Lisse knew what one she’d fancy most.

Walking back to their table, Lisse held no expression as she placed the order she’d thoughtfully chose for Grant in front of him, matter of fact stating it was very healthy, something he needed after all the unpleasantness that Luigi’s had caused. The drink, no matter how healthy, wasn’t going to be too pleasant, though Lisse didn’t expect Grant to drink it all. She just wanted him to think that. “Cheers!” she toasted brightly, "here's to your detox!"


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