“Help my arse. And you know it Kennard.”

An evil grin from Jamie made Tina laugh aloud. Martha took a look at them both, rolled her eyes and stormed off to serve the plates. Feeling slightly guilty, Tina grabbed Jamie gently.

“Come on. Time to earn our keep. Do you know how many are coming in today?”

“Martha said three at ten o’clock. One male, two female.”

Tina peered quizzically at her little friend. “Does their gender really matter James?”

“Well come on T, the more men the better right?” She winked.

“Not for you, missy. Maybe you should stick to the school boys, you know, boys your own age?”

“But they’re so gross and stupid.”

“Then you should get along perfectly.” At that, Tina paused allowing the words to linger before she turned giggling. Jamie nodded, accepting defeat but then changed her mind, ripping a bread knife from the knife block and chasing Tina into the kitchen. Tina mock screamed, shouting for mercy until she slammed the swinging kitchen door into Jamie.

Smiling, Martha was apologising about the noise to customers who simply thought it was outrageous fun. In the kitchen however, Angela was not in such a forgiving mood. She heard the commotion begin and was standing fixed, hands crossed, in front of the door when Tina came bursting through it.

“Tina, what the ***** are you and skinny legs doing? Could you possibly make more noise?” The raven haired figure spoke strongly but not loudly, adding to the serious of the situation.

Tina was attempting to hold the door shut on Jamie, which was impossible due to its swinging nature. “Come on Ang, we were just having a bit of fun. No need to get nasty about it.”

“Don’t you remember we have new people starting today? That Martha expects us to be on our best behaviour? You can’t just run around like crazed airhead lunatics anymore.”

At that point, Jamie stopped pushing from behind, throwing Tina off balance and back through the swinging door into the caf. Jamie took a step back as Tina fell onto the tiles.

“Cow.”

“Moo,” Jamie offered to her friend on the floor. “You’re lucky I just cleaned that this morning or you would’ve smelled like fried chips.”