Fuck it, they will forgive me.
Muttering prayers under her exhausted breath from all the running, she strides toward the receptionist. A klutzy looking waitress immediately comes waddling to welcome her in.
Hi, Karyn Becker.. I have a reservation under the name of Romanov..
Says Kay as she reaches the front desk. The receptionist smiles nervously at the mention of the name. She runs her fingers through the register. Kay gathers her waist length hair into a messy knot. Is it me or is it too hot in here? Kay's eyes wander to the interior of the restaurant. Not her usual go-to-place. She prefers somewhere more laid back. This is too high end for her taste. The high ceiling donned with crystal chandeliers. The overplayed classical music. It's all too old for her taste.
Kay is never keen on the idea of going to places where your clothes dictate whether or not you are allowed to enjoy your food. She's clearly not dressed for the occasion. It is supposed to be a casual reunion but Kay always has a tinge of doubt when it comes to her friends. Especially when they insisted on having their reunion at the La Platz.
She observes the busy girl flipping the guest book who constantly going back and forth for missing out the name in the register. Her uniform is for those trainee staff. Her panic gestures, biting the corner of her lips and that slight perspiration on her forehead suggested Kay's theory. New here, huh? Kay is reminded of her old aloof self. She used to be that clumsy fragile looking waitress too; back when she’s in the college, midst of her sophomore year. The transition period she called.
A senior waitress comes for assistance seeing the line building up behind. She lightly shoves the younger one aside.
Sorry about that. She's new. Your reservation please.
Romanov.. -snapping out of thought.
Ah..I was informed.
The waitress takes out a different list. Kay waits impatiently as the waitress goes through the new sets of register.
This way, Miss Becker.
The waitress leads her way up the stairs toward one of the VIP's rooms. Kay has had the misfortune of meeting some of the foulest businessmen in those room. The memory of being grope for the sake of looking "friendly" will forever haunts her whenever she walks the aisle. Kay tries hard to ignore her spiking heartbeat and focus instead on the matter at hand.
I'm not expecting this. Is it okay for me to be wearing this here?
The waitress turns to her and smiles sweetly gesturing that it's okay. If Kay didn't know better, she'd say that the waitress is holding herself back from throwing Kay out of the premise for wearing an unacceptable dress code to one of the most expensive restaurant in town.
She comes straight from a factory visit in the outskirt. Naturally, she wears the most convenient button down, acid washed out jeans. Her unruly titanium hair doesn't help with the get up at all. She might as well bail now before she embarrasses herself for being an uncultured piece of trash.
Valerie: Thanks lord! You are finally here Kay!!
The girl in black roses printed dress sprints out to her, dragging Kay by the wrist. The other girl clad in body hugging pinstripe suit is smiling her teeth out as soon as Kay emerges. A look that many has not experienced. Valerie Romanov and Kazuhiko Miura, her two best friends. The oldest friendship she ever had. Kay can't help but to awe.
Kazu: I thought you're not gonna make it today. This girl here about to bawl her eyes out calling your phone non stop. Glad you are safe and sound, Kay. Come, come sit.
Kazu gestures to the empty seat next to her. She is mesmerizing. Always well dressed, the young fashion editor is always serving look. She ties her hair tightly in a ponytail, accentuating her high cheek bones. Her lipstick is always light to contrast her fierce eye make up. She smells nice. Kay makes a mental note to ask for the perfume name later.
Kay: Why didn't you guys tell me it's a formal dinner? I'm not properly dressed for this. Sorry, Val.
Valerie: Nah that's okay. It's not formal.. I just want us to have a nice private dinner and they they let me do anything here. Convenient.
Valerie is wearing floral, as always. But it is never a simple dress when it comes to the Nova Corp's heiress. The wide waist belt provides an interesting contrast to her feminine floral decorated dress, making her get up looks more grounded and fierce. Kay looks at herself. She sighs. Always the odd one out of the bunch.
Kay: Guys I can't tell you how sorry I am for being late. You must have been here for quite a while.
Kay glances at their half empty glasses. Probably not their first glass. Kazu is a careful drinker. She likes to savor her drink but the lipstick marks on the glasses suggested that she has been playing with it due to boredom. She does that when she has her second glass. Habits die hard. Just like Kay's knack for observing people around her. She has to remind herself to stop doing that again.
Kay: I came straight from a meeting. You guys even had to travel here. I'm so embarrassed.
Kay is trying her best to smile, brushing off the awkwardness. Valerie and Kazu shake their head in unison. It's okay, they say. Kay being here is all that matter.