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Alison immediately turned to him as she shook her head. "No, sir. I didn't say a word. I'm almost done with the drink, I just need to add some ice cubes and then the straw and lemons,”

"Then be quick and stop wasting our time!” The head chef urged her as he hissed. "These new workers are just so slow and lazy! Why did Vivian have to fall sick today out of all days?!” The chef almost rolled his eyes as he continued scooping out the ice cream before him into a cup and then he broke some ice cream cones into the cup of ice cream.

Alison took out some ice cubes from the industrial freezer and dropped a fair amount into the glasses.

She picked out a lemon, sliced the lemon into a thin sharp, and stylishly placed it on the tip of the glass.

With a wide smile, she turned to the head of the chef. "I'm done, sir,” She informed.

"Then look for the waitress or the waiter, hand it over to one of them,” The chef answered, half of his attention fixed on scooping more of the ice cream.