ELENA's POV
Three days passed, and the training continued as usual, with me as the trainer and Oswin as the trainee. It was harsh, but it was simply out of a professional manner. That was what I told myself. I was set on making my students master the art of waitressing, becoming the best waiter the world had ever seen. However, I knew deep down I was enjoying a little revenge for the time that he had me running around the house like I was his personal servant.
But Oswin didn't need to know that, right?
Every day after and before I left for work, I passed on to him all the waiter skills I had learned over the years. I was surprised that he was such a fast learner. He passed all the tasks and tests I gave him in a short amount of time. So, his technical skill was ready to be set into the real world, but not his disposition.
"I lose appetite. It took too long, and I don't feel hungry anymore," I said, pushing the empty plate—which we pretended had food on it—away.
"How dare you say you don't want it? You clearly ordered this dish," He spoke in a furious voice, slapping the table and glaring at me with a look that felt like it could burn holes through my head.
"Oswin..." I sighed, rubbing my temples as the pounding headache throbbed in my head. "I told you already that this wasn't how we dealt with the problem. Sometimes, we meet this kind of customer who will make a fuss if the food takes too long."
"What does it have to do with me? It is their own problem to have such a short temper that they can't wait for their own food," he said, crossing his hand over his chest.
For someone whose temper was as short as The Planck Length, he had the audacity to blame others for their impatience. I thought to myself, my brow raised in amusement at his comment.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked with his brows furrowed.
I hurriedly brought the topic back to divert his attention if my expression was too obvious back then. "There are different types of customers, and I hate to say that not all of them are good. This is why I'm pretending to be that kind of customer to test you. I want to know how you will act in this situation," I said, letting out an inner sigh of relief when he stopped giving me a questioning look.
"How else will I act? It is simple. Just throw him out. He is such a jerk," he said in a tone laced with anger, his voice sharp and simmering with frustration.
I wondered if I could see smoke coming out of his nose if I were to concentrate harder.
"Oswin!" I shouted, standing up to my feet in a flash. "You cannot throw a customer out, no matter how grumpy they are. Remember. Customers are king."
"What?" He widened his eyes in ire. "They are not! I am the king!"
"How many times do I have to tell you? If you want this job, you must stop thinking of yourself as the king. Got it?" I warned him, leveling a glare at him while pointing my index finger his way.
"But—."
"NO, BUT." I interrupted him, stopping the argument. "I'm your trainer. Are you going to listen to me or not? Let me remind you of our agreement in case you forgot about it. You promised you would listen to all my guidance. You gave me your words."
We locked eyes, exchanging only intense, deadly glares, each filled with silent enmity. Thankfully, he was the one who gave in first.
"Fine," he huffed, slumping his shoulder in defeat.
It seemed the king was truly serious about keeping his word.
"Good." I nodded. "Now, what are those things that I have told you always to recite whenever you are in a crisis?"
"I'm not a king. I am a waiter," he said, recalling what I told him to recite whenever he was about to lose his temper.
"Yep. Make sure to always remember that," I said, choosing to ignore how his hands were clenched into fists and how his body was trembling in rage. "Whenever you are about to throw your royal tantrum, just recite this phrase as a mantra. Are we clear?"
He refused to reply, turning his face away with a huff that I found cute.
Wait. Did I just find him cute? I shook my head, brushing off what my brain was thinking a few seconds ago.
"Well, I will take that as a yes, then," I said, taking his silence as his way of agreeing. "Now, let's start over again from where you exit from the kitchen."
He turned on his heels and disappeared into the kitchen without a word. Once he was out of sight, I murmured, "Since I will be with him the whole time, I don't think his temper is the problem. If anything, I can deal with it. Now that he perfectly aces all the skills, I think it's time I talk to the boss about it."
The thought of talking to James about hiring Oswin made my stomach churn. Despite being his personal trainer in waitressing and acknowledging his accomplishments, I couldn't help but worry. I couldn't ignore the sensation that felt like a swarm of butterflies fluttering in my stomach whenever the image of Oswin working in James' restaurant appeared in my head.
Even if I could somehow guarantee this elf king's temper, which I would monitor every minute, I couldn't say the same about the customer's temperament.
What if the first customer that walked through the door was a gangster? A mafia? Or, to put it simply, the most aggressive customer on Earth? Would Oswin be able to withstand it? I sighed as millions of worse scenarios were running through my head.
Later that night, while I was helping James close up the restaurant, I lost count of the many sighs escaping my mouth. All I asked for was for everything to go smoothly. I have been working in James' restaurant since I was sixteen years old. During these two years, I hadn't met any customers that were hard to deal with. So, it shouldn't be a problem, right?
Maybe I was just overthinking things.
"It wasn't like the rudest customer just dropped by on Oswin's first day of work, was it?" I murmured to myself, sighing for the umpteenth time.
"Elena, what's with the sigh?" James came up from behind and put his hand on my shoulder, making me jump. "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." He withdrew his hand and gave me an apologetic smile.
"It is okay, boss. I was just deep in thought," I replied, giving him a weak smile.
"Are you worried about him?" he asked.
"Yes, boss." I nodded. "It will be his first day tomorrow. I couldn't help but worry about everything."
"You are just paranoid," he chuckled, patting my shoulder lightly. "I already saw his skills. You've trained him well. You should be proud of him instead of getting worried."
"Thank you so much, boss, for agreeing to give him a job." I bowed with respect.
James' restaurant wasn't hiring at the moment due to its small size and a light crowd of customers; thus, the current number of employees was sufficient to handle it. Nevertheless, he still agreed to hire Oswin after hearing about my problem. I couldn't be more grateful.
"Stop bowing to me over everything, child. Now, get up," he said, patting my head. As soon as I stood up and our eyes met, he gave me a sympathetic gaze. "It's hard to believe that a young and handsome guy like him encountered such unfortunate events," he sighed, slightly shaking his head with a grim expression.
"Yes. It's sad, indeed." I gulped, trying my best to put on a sad face.
Guilt resurfaced as I thought back about how I had lied to my boss and took advantage of his generosity just to get this job for Oswin.
However, I pushed it away, consoling myself that it was necessary and that I had no other way to talk about Oswin's situation without sounding like a lunatic.
How I managed to convince James to hire our glorious elf king is a long story. But to put it simply, the story went like this...
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A/N: I did a brief research on "the shortest thing in the world", and the answer is "The Planck length: The shortest possible thing in the physical world, according to current scientific understanding (context of context of quantum mechanics).
ELENA's POVHow I managed to convince James to hire our glorious elf king is a long story. But to put it simply, the story went like this...I told him that Oswin was my childhood friend from when I was living at the orphanage. He came here to look for a job but was robbed of everything when he arrived. To make it even more sympathetic, I also added that Oswin was hit on the head when the thievery happened, making him suffer from partial amnesia. On top of that, I also mentioned that Oswin might act otherworldly and behave strangely because of his head's impact.In short, I told James that Oswin was occasionally crazy. However, I reassured James that he wasn't dangerous, so he wouldn't be a threat to the restaurant or the customers. I still vividly remember how James' eyes clouded with tears after listening to this tragic story as if he had just watched a soap opera. Thinking back, I wondered if I had a talent for writing dramatic fiction, the kind of heartbreaking story that puts rea
THIRD PERSON's POV"Excuse me, sir, you'll have to wait in line." said a gentle-faced boy with roundish-almond eyes and black hair, his hands holding a board of customers' waitlist. His thick eyebrows furrowed, forming a crease on the forehead of his round face shape. His brown eyes followed the three men who seemed to disregard his words."Why do I have to wait in line? I see that table over there is free anyway," said a guy in a grey T-shirt and light blue jeans. A three-day-old beard and mustache covered his oblong face, making his dark brown Asian eyes and the whole complexion more intimidating."No, sir. We are cleaning it for the next customer whose name is on the list here," replied the boy, pointing to a clipboard in his hand. "You need to register your name and wait for me to call you when it's your turn. Just like those—"."Oy, so noisy. Why does a waiter here talk so much? Did he not get trained?" said the young guy with a similar facial structure as the one from before but
THIRD PERSON's POV"I've heard someone is looking for me." A guttural voice reverberated throughout the whole restaurant, rendering everyone speechless. The customers who had always been told that the new waiter was mute were flabbergasted upon hearing him speak for the first time.However, the astonishment wasn't just because Oswin could talk. What truly surprised all the customers was how one voice could be so entrancingly mellifluous. Everyone in the room, especially female customers, almost forgot the tension in the air and the smell of trouble with the appearance of the handsome, blond-haired guy who stepped out of the kitchen and headed toward the trio's table.Of course, everyone except the three people who brought the problem."Oh, so that's the new chicken," said Eli, looking completely unbothered at the tall figure standing next to his table. "But didn't the owner say you were mute? How come you can talk normally? Has the old man here been lying all along?" He sneered, shifti
ELENA's POV"I'm so sorry. He is really new. There are many things he doesn't know yet." I stepped between Oswin and Eli, preventing the latter from jumping on our elf king. Judging from the anger emitting from his eyes, I knew his patience was at a limit.Well, not that he had one. The entire high school knew Eli's patience was razor-thin.I had heard people say that men were more patient than women because 'men have the patience of a rock.' However, this case had never been applied to Eli."What is this K-Drama?" Nick sneered, eyeing how I tried to hide Oswin behind me, although it was futile, given his tall frame. "A heroine arriving to rescue the hero? Shouldn't it be vice versa? Are we doing a new trend now?"Ignoring his sarcasm, I bowed my head to the three. "I am sorry for the trouble. Allow me to apologize on my colleague's behalf. He is still new, so he lacks many things. But I will try my best to train him better. Please, forgive us," I said, hoping they would stop causing t
ELENA's POV: Seeing Oswin's bloodshot eyes, my fear increased tenfold. I knew he wasn't the all-talk type. I had witnessed it firsthand in the alley. If I hadn't intervened, a murder case would have appeared on the news.And it seemed a similar case was about to happen again."Don't," I said, grabbing his wrist tightly and refusing to let go despite the pain in my hand was killing me."Let me go, servant. I'll deal with those scums. How dare they hurt you?" Oswin commanded, demanding me to let him go."No." I tightened the grip and shook my head vigorously. I knew he could break free easily from my grasp, but he didn't do it. Maybe he was afraid the force would hurt me? "Don't do it, Oswin. I'm okay," I said, trying to calm him down."How come you are okay? Look at your blood. It almost floods the entire room." He looked at my injured arms, his face filled with concern."What's going on?" James asked as he ran to the scene. When his eyes landed on my injured hand, he gasped in terror.
OSWIN's POVAt around midnight, an indistinct, trembling sound woke me up from my sleep. Sitting up on the cold, hard floor, I blinked and looked around, trying to find the source of the noise and comprehend the mumbling voice."Hmm... Cold, so cold."There, I saw movement on the bed. It didn't take me long to figure out where the noise came from. Springing to my feet, I rushed to the bed, only to find Elena trembling like a fledgling under the blanket. Her face contorted with pain, judging by how her eyebrows were drawn together and her rapid breathing. Her lips quivered, and her teeth chattered as she continued to mumble incoherently. It seems I made the right decision not to sleep on the sofa. Instead, I chose to sleep on the floor next to her bed, worried that she might feel unwell during the night and I wouldn't be able to hear her.And I was right.I placed my hand on her forehead, and my eyes widened in shock at the intense heat radiating from her skin.She is burning up. Is she
ELENA's POVI finally recovered and returned to my original state thanks to Oswin's intense care for two consecutive days. No one could even believe that our roles got swapped, with me staying in bed and him running around doing things like cooking, cleaning, and other household chores. Though the food he cooked almost caused a malfunction in the human body system, I still ate it till the bowl was empty, ignoring how my throat and stomach were wailing to spit the content out. I couldn't watch his effort going to waste.Besides, who else would be honored to eat food made by the glorious elf king? I bet people—I mean, elves—in Aldous would have agreed to do anything to trade place with me."Good. You really are getting better." His touch snapped me out of my thoughts.I looked up at his palm on my forehead and swallowed hard, trying my best to control the beat of my heart that threatened to jump out of my chest. "Y-yeah," I stuttered, though I didn't know why. Or maybe I knew, but I just
ELENA's POV: "I believe there is no need for your explanation, Miss Dixons," said Robert, his voice carrying a gravitas that displayed his professionalism."B-but...I... he...," I stammered, trying to find words to defend Oswin. However, Robert's aura was intimidating, making me unable to form proper sentences. Gosh! I couldn't even maintain eye contact with him. Was this the aura of all lawyers?As I looked to the floor, my eyes fixated on his black cap-toe oxfords. All sorts of worries filled my head. I didn't want Oswin to go to the police or court. The risks were high, and the consequences were severe. His identity would be exposed, and things would get complicated. Additionally, it would also mean that James would find out the truth. I knew I was wrong for lying to him in the first place; still, I planned to tell him everything once the time was right.But that time was definitely not now.So, the question was... what should I say to save the situation?"Miss Dixons? Elena Dixons