The restaurant was understaffed.
Usually, as the executive chef, Alex would be taking his time with various out-of-kitchen tasks such as working out financial issues or planning for future improvements, but now? Now he was working almost all his waking hours in a combination of kitchen, front of the house, and planning tasks. The man didn’t really mind the work–it occupied his mind, at least.
Alex was doing his rounds talking to tables (pretty much giving a quick ‘is everything good/do you need anything’ before going to the next table. A customer did have a problem with one of the steaks, much to Alex’s dismay, so he set right out on taking the “bad” one back to the kitchen and preparing a new one for the customer.
He hated to waste food like this, but the customer had already had access to it. He couldn’t serve it again, and he didn’t really want to eat something his customer had already touched.
Osomatsu saw his best chance when he heard someone complaining about their food, something about how it was cooked or whatever. Oh well, their little whines and complaints were his gain after all. He hated how wasteful people could be. If that was him he’d be overjoyed just to have something all together. People never understood what they had, and they never seemed to stop to consider people like him.
The halfbreed was quick to scurry further in, no one seemingly paying him any heed. He waited but a moment before following the man into the back a bit too eagerly. He hid as best as he could, not wanting to get caught. He was a pretty good thief, but he was hungry and tired, so he was also distracted.
When the man wasn’t looking the Dragon was quick to creep forward, grabbing the discarded steak and slowly backing up, trying to make a break for it.
Alex did catch sight of the little dragon scurrying in. He said nothing, instead going about his business.
It was when he grabbed the steak that Alex stepped in front of the door.
His face was stern and cold, as if he was indifferent to the sufferings of the other. In a way, he was indifferent. That didn’t mean the man was heartless.
“Hey... were you going to pay for that steak somehow?” His tone, gentle and kind, did not fit his distant expression at all.
“I’m open to negotiation. It’s not like I can serve it... but you see, I don’t like being stolen from. If you’d just asked I might have happily given food to you.”
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