#foster and kashvi 1

[oflowtides]

"I don't mind the food there, actually; if I'm on the tail end of my shift, I'll quickly throw something together to bring home if I have the time, but lately they've been really stingy about who can bring what home and how much of what can get thrown away," Foster let out a defeated sigh. "Maybe I'm just lucky that I work at a nice restaurant and not a fast food joint."

Kashvi glanced up from where she had been nursing a cup of coffee and a scone and couldn't help the grin on her face at his statement. "I think a lot of people in the food industry particularly think that way. Do you also hate eating the food from the place you work at?" She was lucky that way--she had no problems in dancing around no matter if she was on the clock or not, but it wasn't exactly what people would consider as normal if she was dancing down the sidewalks in the city.