Snippet #1795417

Jean was roaming around sweeping and dusting when she spotted the two werewolves who had checked in earlier, Convel and Shayla, speaking to each other in the dinning room, and hoping not to be noticed she see tried to sneak out of sight. Without even blinking, Shayla had looked at Jean the second she tried to leave "Excuse me, can you get me a glass of water?"
Turning on her heel to face Shayla, Jean placed a smile on her face. "Of course," she said, "Would you like anything else?"
Jean watched as the woman took her sweet time thinking about it. After what felt like hours the woman nodded, "I would like something to eat," she placed her chin in her hand as if she were bored with Jean "What would you reccomend?"
Jean looked at Shayla "Well, for one such as yourself Miss, I would reccomend a steak... possibly medium rare?" with the reccomendation came a odd smile from Shayla.
"Of course, go and make it for me will you?" Shayla smiled at Jean but she realized in an instant that it didn't reach her eyes, and that if she didn't move now she'd probably never get the chance later, "I'll be back as soon as possible with your order."
Walking away Jean could hear one last part of their conversation, and it was from Convel, "I don't comprehend why you asked that blabbering fool for anything..."
~tiny skip here for the cooking~
"Here's your steak and water miss" smiling, she placed the food on the table. Right as the plate touched the table both Convel and Shayla got up to leave. With a smile full of ice Shayla spoke while Convel just gave Jean a quick glare, "You took too long and I'm afraid I've lost my appetite."
Dropping her smile as soon as they leave Jean pitches the meat grumbling to herself, "And I thought they'd at least turn out to be secretly nice..."