Food for Two || Kasey

Money. It was the motivation of most of the world. Heroes wanted fame for money. Villains wanted to steal money. Money was the lifeblood of the world.

"Amber, you are not gonna believe this."

"Believe what?" The pink haired girl looked up from wiping down the tables. She had taken the job for the month for the grand opening. She was only hired to deal with a lot of the menial duties the rest of the staff didn't have to do. As a result, she didn't need to actually talk or interact with customers. She just had to make sure everything was clean and worked so the rest of them could do their job. At most, she had to make sure everything was orderly. And unofficially, she was prepared to stop any fights as well.

"These people have been here since before we got here." the girl would say. "What we're selling isn't like, that good, is it?"

"Hell if I know." he would say. She had gotten used to making up new names with every job she took. it helped in making things interesting. She opened the door. It was 1 minute to opening.

"Don't worry everyone, after I wipe this down, we'll be open for business." She would say it, wiping the outer glass down. Her own attire a yellow shirt and jeans, with the bakery's pink apron over her front. As she opened the door the rest of the staff would quickly put the goods in the glass display cabinet. They were preparing for war. And they had at least three trays extra of everything. Whatever didn't sell, Kasey was allowed to take home.

She hoped they would make even more food.

This life, always seemed so little, when you compare to others. But what happens when you compare to yourself.

The crowds came in and flooded the counter. Three registered faced each of the people, one at a time. They were limited to any five items, at a max of five total only. People could have mixed it up, or gotten only one thing. It was their rule for this week at least. And after everyone was handed a paper card that granted them a free item on their next visit in the following week. People poured in, ordered and sat down. Kasey hand bounced from table to table as everyone left and she cleaned up the crumbs left behind. No one seemed to stay for long, as most left right after. She seemed to be running back and forth, all the while telling people who stood around, to leave as they were crowding the shop. You either were in line, in a seat, or gone. There was only a dozen tables with two to four seats each. Kasey had wiped them down with her rag almost the entire time, while letting the bakers know what was low in the front.

It was a busy day. And there was much more people to come.

"Hey, sorry I'm late!" the girl spoke, waving to Kasey, "Go on break amber, I got it now!" a girl spoke to her while still tying her apron on. She came from the back of the shop and held her own rag. Kasey nodded and turned to the crowd of people. Although, now it was calmed down. The queue was just a few dozen people and no one seemed to be as anxious to try the treats.

"Nah, go on lunch." one of the bakers would say, only to toss a brown bag at the pink haired girl. Her expression was emotionless, as if she was half awake. She caught the bag and turned to all of the tables. All of them were full, and the break room they had, was full of boxes of goods. There was no where to rest but outside. But there was a table with a seat, and at it, was a single female.

She made her way towards her, "Is this seat taken? Do you mind if I sit here?" Kasey would say to the girl. But she wouldn't even know it was someone who was staring at her not so long ago. But life is life. 

Weird things always happened in her life. 

She had been welcomed to take her seat by the kind female. She set the bag on the table, completely unaware of what they had given her.

She opened the bag to find it to be nothing but several wads of scraps. Anyone else would have been disappointed to find the mess given to her, but Kasey very well knew that in the rush of things, mistakes would be made. Rather than use her employee powers to allow herself to buy anything at any limit, she settled for free scraps of everything. She reached in to grab a handful of the burnt and unappealing cookies and chocolate. It looked like a muffin had a baby with a dog's butt, but she knew what the ingredients were. It was only looks. She could only imagine the taste . . .

"Does it. . ."

"Holygodfuckshitballlllssss . . . " the voices in her head all cheered in bliss of the taste of would appear to be something that an animal would leave behind. There was no words to describe her moment, nor what she got. She didn't even know as much as what they were selling, well that names of them at least.

She snapped back to reality, looking forward to the girl she ate with. She seemed to enjoy it too. "What's ya get?" she asked a bit curious, after all, hers was presentable.

Maybe it was wrong for her to socialize while on her break, but it was dying down, few people came in, an as long as none of them took a seat, maybe she could spend more time.

"We have at least another twenty five minuses." the voice of Setsuna reminded her, keeping track of time from within her mind. He was a harmful spirit, but with the cost of her quirk, maybe a voice or two in her head wasn't all that bad.

"Don't apologize, the food here is really good. We get some free snacks just working here." she smiled as the girl wiped her face. She was cute, almost adorable, but it didn't matter what kind of person she was, for now, it was all work and no play. . . at least until her break was over. "I'm only part time. I was hired to help remodel the place, but we, well I finished my part faster than I thought I had to, and I got to clean as well." she told the girl, "My last day is sometime this month, depending on if they can hire other people." Perhaps she spoke too much, for someone who didn't talk at all. But maybe it just was how her life was. A passing conversation could last an entire day sometimes. It wasn't a place to really as the girl anything about her life. And even if she begun to spoke, Kasey wouldn't remember it, at least that's what she thought.

She seemed invested in sweets, and even had gone as far to talk to herself about the matter. Kasey didn't mind it, taking another wad from the mixed loaf ball she was given to consume. She would enjoy the pure bliss of the treat, before resuming the conversation. It was a strange one, to anyone else, but to Kasey, it was just another day in her life. None of her choices made sense, or seemed to really connect. She simply did, what needed to be done.

"A lot, if not all of my part time jobs are up next month." Kasey would explain to her, even if it was useless information. "Trying to maintain a few, better jobs, rather than a dozen lesser paying ones. I mean end of the month I'll still be making around the same, but eh." she lifted another bite to her lips as she thought about what next to say.

"I think I'ma work at that school. Read somewhere that they were hiring a janitor. I think I would do that." She smiled. It seemed like the perfect gig. Besides, she had just moved into a place that was close by, like really close by. That G fellow was a strange one, but his choices had benefited Kas in the long run.

It was a simple question, and one with a simple answer. "I simply just don't like full-time jobs. Too much commitment. If you don't like it, you're stuck." it was her answer. She never accepted anything that didn't have an expiration date or a chance to leave it behind. She preferred a life where she could just vanish as she wanted with no strings attached. It was a life, that connected her to none, and she wanted it to stay that way.

A second question was heading her way. Kasey already had the answer ready. "Yuuei." she answered. "Everyone is busy being a student or a teacher. It wouldn't matter if I take a full-time, or a part-time position. With a place like that, I could change jobs every month, and they would still benefit from me hopping around." She knew well enough that anyone could have been a student. None of them were well known yet, not even most of the heroes. Everyone had to make a name for themselves in this world.

Even this lowly janitor. But that was something she would worry soon about. For now, she would finish what was on her plate, before taking up the next few jobs. It was a steady pace. With that to seal her income, the other lesser jobs she had would soon weed themselves out.