There was part of BAKA that liked doing this. Meeting the Mark before the deed. Felt like part of his ritual. Wanted to see him in the wild.
When he walked into the restaurant the bell dinged.
Immediately he was welcomed by a loud voice but a careful smile. “You the pepperoni guy or the arugula?”
“Uh arugula.” BAKA said slightly caught off guard.
“Either way 10 more minutes sorry the ovens just not up to temp.”
The guy said. He was bigger than BAKA expected more engaging. He stood near the oven his back turned to him with a giant pizza spatula twirling it in his hand like a tennis racket.
The nimble nature made BAKA concerned. This guy wouldn’t go down easy maybe easier just to shoot him.
“Yeah if the ovens not hot I can’t make the pies.” The guy said. Seemingly to BAKA but could be to anyone. Although no one was behind him. There was no one else in the kitchen. A small machine printed tickets.
Just then a back door slammed.
“Jesus fucking Christ there better be pizzas in boxes, we’re getting slammed.”
Another man walked in much skinnier and taller.
“Fuck man it’s only a Tuesday, at least give me a break one day.”
The machine in response spit out more tickets.
“Where’s the fucking pizzas Chris?”
“Ovens not hot, can’t make fucking pizzas if the oven isn’t hot John.”
“Oh go fuck yourself Chris.”
“For fucks sake there’s customers here John.”
The tall guy turned to BAKA, looking slightly embarrassed.
“Anything I can help you with sir? You want a free drink? On the house. So sorry for that.”
Chris was just laughing in the back.
“Ovens up get ready.”
When he walked into the restaurant the bell dinged.
Immediately he was welcomed by a loud voice but a careful smile. “You the pepperoni guy or the arugula?”
“Uh arugula.” BAKA said slightly caught off guard.
“Either way 10 more minutes sorry the ovens just not up to temp.”
The guy said. He was bigger than BAKA expected more engaging. He stood near the oven his back turned to him with a giant pizza spatula twirling it in his hand like a tennis racket.
The nimble nature made BAKA concerned. This guy wouldn’t go down easy maybe easier just to shoot him.
“Yeah if the ovens not hot I can’t make the pies.” The guy said. Seemingly to BAKA but could be to anyone. Although no one was behind him. There was no one else in the kitchen. A small machine printed tickets.
Just then a back door slammed.
“Jesus fucking Christ there better be pizzas in boxes, we’re getting slammed.”
Another man walked in much skinnier and taller.
“Fuck man it’s only a Tuesday, at least give me a break one day.”
The machine in response spit out more tickets.
“Where’s the fucking pizzas Chris?”
“Ovens not hot, can’t make fucking pizzas if the oven isn’t hot John.”
“Oh go fuck yourself Chris.”
“For fucks sake there’s customers here John.”
The tall guy turned to BAKA, looking slightly embarrassed.
“Anything I can help you with sir? You want a free drink? On the house. So sorry for that.”
Chris was just laughing in the back.
“Ovens up get ready.”
