Pretend You Never Saw Me!

Chapter 2 – First Day of Work

Well, I guess the first day was going pretty smoothly. The costume we had to wear wasn't that bad but the makeup bothered me like hell. Some weird glitter like things were sparkling in my hair causing me to itch it madly. The thing I hate the most I would say, are these high heels. Seriously, how do women walk in these things? You have to balance yourself on a stick! A ridiculously thin stick! Walking around in these things for a day could kill anyone.

In the morning I arrived at 7, the café opened at 8 but Boss told me to come early to 'get ready'. As soon as I entered, Max brought me downstairs to the basement where all the other workers were busily changing, putting on makeup or adjusting their wigs.

"Sit here," He plopped me down on a seat facing a cracked mirror. "Don't worry about the crack. Elliot accidently flung a hair brush at it once."

"What are you trying to do?" I asked as he piled different dresses upon me.

"Yesterday I took a look in our huge wardrobe to see what would fit you. And these were all that I could find." He pouted even though he already piled at least eleven different dresses on me. "Pick whichever you like. Our Café doesn't have a fit uniform so we can choose to wear casual clothes."

Well, if you'd call wearing the opposite gender's clothing 'casual' then alright. "Um, would you mind just picking one for me? Not anything too," I paused looking for the right word. "revealing."

Max giggled, "Then how about this one?" He took out a reed spaghetti strapped dress that was about knee length. "The cut isn't very low and it's not too short either. Plus it matches your hair and makes you stand out. You want to leave a good impression on customers on your first day." He handed me the dress. "Go change into it and I'll do your makeup and hair."

I shoved all the other dresses in Max's arms and unwillingly took off my shirt. "Are you just going to stand there and watch?" I said after I tossed the shirt on the ground. I'm to bone-y so it was kind of embarrassing. Not that I'll ever admit it.

Max teasingly covered his eyes with his hands but purposely left a crack for him to peek out off. "I won't watch if you don't want me to."

I rolled my eyes, I seriously question his gender now. I slipped off my worn out jeans and awkwardly put on the soft dress.

Max clapped and squealed happily, "You look beautiful!" Then he raised an eyebrow and said in his 'normal', low voice. "Those hairy legs of yours won't do." He went to a random drawer and took out a new set of razors. "Better do something about it."

I took it and opened the package then examined the razor. "Do I really have to?"

"Unless you want to be called 'Gorilla' you better do so." Max stopped there with his hands on his hips. "Quickly, you only have a few minutes. I still have to do your hair and all that."

I scowled but shaved my legs in the bathroom anyways. Afterwards Max hurriedly plopped me back down on the same chair and combed my hair. "Ow, watch it." I complained with a scowl.

"There's no time." He continued to comb all the knots and then tied it into two low pig tails. "Close enough, this will do for now." Then out of a tiny parcel he took out some glitter and sprinkled it all over me.

"Ack," I blinked as a couple went into my eyes. "What is this madness?"

"Shush," He said and told me to close my eyes. "Eyeshadow and eyeliner, don't open your eyes unless you want me to stab you blind."

I didn't want a blind eye so I followed his orders and let him do whatever he wanted to my face.

"You can open your eyes now." The first thing I saw was Max's grinning face reflected off the mirror then to my horror, a beautiful, horrified girl staring straight at me. Oh right, that's no girl, that's me.

"No time to freak out, get to work." Max pushed me upstairs.

The rest of the day was uneventful, I worked through the first few hours dealing with complaints from customers on my temper problems but at the same time received same fangirls as well. Serving the customers were pretty easy since it wasn't crowded in the morning but Elliot warned me when he caught me slacking off that it gets crazy in here in the afternoon. Seriously, how much more crowded could it possibly get? I was here yesterday at noon and there weren't a lot of costumers.

It's two o'clock right now and I'm just idly standing around watching the few people chatter to each other and point to their favourite 'waitress'. Then as if right on cue, one person after another flooded in the door. "Welcome! This way please." "What would you like to order, sir?" "May I help you?" came from the busy 'waitresses' serving the chattering and excited customers.

"Elliot, I'd like an apple flan." I heard someone familiar say but I decided to shrug it off since it might have just been my imagination.

"Sorry, I'm kind of busy right now!" Elliot apologized to the costumer. "Silver would you mind coming over to help? Stop slacking off on your first day!" I heard my name being called and rushed over.

"I'm not slacking off okay?" I said with an annoyed tone in my voice. "What would you like?" I clicked at my pen without looking at the costumer while waiting to write down his order.

There was no reply from the costumer.

"So what would it be?" My scowl grew deeper.

Still no reply but this time a kind of baffled gasp escaped his mouth.

"I'm asking you a question!" I angrily shouted as I shot my head up to glare at this 'rude' costumer.

"Silver?"

"Gold?"

Silver, your life is now ruined forever. Yeah, thanks for reminding me, voice. I think I already figured that out.