17- Everything's Funny

Rayan took another swig of the lukewarm coffee he'd stashed in the kitchen. You could hear the rain coming down over the sound of the sound of the music leaking in from the dining room. It was peak dinner rush, and he was up to his elbows in dishes. The can of food trash nearby competed with the smell of the bleach water in the sink. The dishwashing station was tucked into an out of the way section of the busy kitchen, its own odd sort of haven in the hive of activity. There was no time to rest, however. Two waitresses called for tables to be cleared, and the line cooks were calling for clean pans.

After scrubbing the requested cookware, Rayan hoisted his empty black basin and snaked his way through the kitchen. The ambiance in the dining room was completely different. There were soft wood tones everywhere, and the booths and chairs were lushly padded, encouraging patrons to sit and enjoy, and maybe order more food while they were at it. Oh, how he'd love t