Post by Everett King on Feb 15, 2014 20:15:54 GMT -6
It was late. If he had to guess, perhaps around in the evening. The cafeteria had closed after supper and Everett had retired to his own dorm. Within the next few hours however, he had found himself back in the kitchen and cooking. This was more an act of restlessness than actual hunger, and in the morning he was sure that he'd regret it, when he had a pile of food and nothing to do with it.
With his love of sweet things the kitchen was currently smelling of chocolate and berries, pizza dough was cooking in the oven and he was currently chopping almonds on a cutting board. There were mini-muffins cooling over the stove already. He'd quite obviously been here for a while. Either that or he was a fast worker. At this point time had become something of a blur to the chef.
He needed to be up early tomorrow, yet the longer he worked the farther away the comfort of sleeping seemed. Finally, it was just an ideal in the back of his mind and one that would soon be forgotten.
Ever was humming quietly as he worked, shuffling back and forth in the kitchen as he worked almost absent-mindededly away. It was his intention to petition the adding of a radio or some form of music station in the kitchen. Unless there already was one and he was just too blind to see it. But a man could only listen to his own toneless voice for so long before he had to admit that he couldn't sing. It was a harsh reality to face.
The cook raised his head as he heard a sound, flipping the knife over in his hand. Curious, he worked his way over to the kitchen door, leading into the cafeteria and opened it. "Hello?"