"Come on, Aoshi! Move your ass with those damn cocktails! Those three spoiled little brats at table twenty-one won't stop screaming and bothering everyone. The sooner we serve them, the sooner they get the hell out of here. So get moving!" Gorō Tobita growls.
"Y-Yes, Mr. Tobita. I'm sorry, but I only have two hands, and both are full. Let me deliver these cocktails first, then I'll deal with the pests at table twenty-one."
"If that's your excuse, Eliss only has two hands too, yet she works twice as fast as you! Bringing that girl here was, without a doubt, the best thing you've done since I hired you. The only reason I haven't fired you yet is because I'm afraid Eliss would get mad and quit out of spite. Seriously, couldn't you have been born a beautiful, hardworking girl like her?"
If I'd been a beautiful girl, this would've been the last place in the world I'd choose to work...
