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Kyrielle blushed, her face turning a deep shade of red. Seeing this welcoming person in front of her made her feel ashamed of her attitude awhile ago.

For Kyrielle, when meeting someone else she had two types of approach: first, be a spoiled brat--specially to those all high and mighty people and second, for the nice ones--be the sweetest girl they'd ever met. It's a standard she set for herself to ensure that no matter what happens she'd have control on the situation. Certainly this person in front--her new boss, if she actually decide to work here, fell on the second category.

"Sorry," she stated intentionally hiding her face behind her hands. "I--I thought..." She then noticed their expressions, and composing herself, she stated: "Work here?"

Thinking about the offer made her remember what happened earlier on her job and the red-haired girl's expression turned sour. "Any job you say?"
She looked at them for a long while and then she stared at the counter. "Fine, I won't ever be a waitress. I had enough of that from my last job."
Letting out a sigh, she looked at Tamokaya and said, "I want to be the chef. I don't want to be with other people that much if I can help it."

She then turned to Fabien and Kenji, "Nice meeting you! I'm Kyrielle, you can call me Kyrie though." Her words were filled with warmth but her eyes show none of the enthusiasm her voice portrays.