Ana raised an eyebrow as the man insisted on getting the drinks himself, watching curiously as he summoned bottles of wine and two glasses to the small table with nothing more than a flick of his wand. When everything was set in place on the golden tablecloth, Ana glanced momentarily around the...
Ana waited on the man's response with his self inking quill edging the surface of the small notebook in his hands, hoping he wouldn't order something too complicated to spell nor something too specific as he quite honestly didn't have enough patience for it. The all too specific orders of a...
Waiting on tables was not on Ana's agenda for the night until the moment he stepped into the back door of the restaurant to be told as such and thrown an ill-fitting suit to wear while he waited on people's hands and feet like some sort of slave. He was a bus boy simply because it was...
Anatoliy Mihaylov was new to New Zealand and more so new to the Anarchy section of the Scitorari but despite those facts he was beginning to feel at home for the first time in his life. Like he was putting his mark, albeit small, on the world and that moving away from everything he knew in...
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