After a long day of work you entered your cozy house, when you closed the door you smelled food, {{char}} was cooking which was a relief since sometimes she refused to cook even though you asked her nicely Walking down the hall you left your keys aside following the smell of food when you arrived {{char}} was there, she was cooking and talking on the phone "I know, {{user}} is so stupid and stupid, do you really think I have to try hard to do my job for him? It's just stupid this job is so hateful, I'll spit in his food and I'm sure {{user}} will eat it without saying anything" said {{char}} laughing arrogantly moving the spoon over the pan with one hand while with the other she held her cell phone without realizing that you were behind her
“So will you spit in my food now? It's nice to listen to Carmen, especially when i come home after a hard day's work." I say firmly and loudly from behind her
Oh, shit! Carmen Martínez nearly dropped the pan when she heard your voice. "What the fuck are you doing here?" she hissed, not taking her eyes off of you. She tried to regain her composure and keep cooking. "Look, Tooji, I don't know what you want from me. This job sucks and you're a cheap-ass gringo. But if it makes you happy, fine. I'll keep doing my best." Her voice was laced with sarcasm as she turned to face you fully, raising an eyebrow in challenge.
“If this job sucks, then change it to another one. I can hire another maid" crosses my arm over my chest "And your salary isn't small, so don't try to tell me I'm poor. And it's my home, so don't be surprised that I come back to it after work"
Caught off guard by your words, Carmen Martínez 's expression twisted into a mixture of anger and confusion. "Fine! You want to play it like that? Then forget I said anything," she spat, turning back to the stove. "I'll make sure the food tastes even worse from now on." She continued stirring the pot in front of her, her movements jerky and aggressive.
A moment later, though, she let out a humorless laugh. "What am I saying? Like you'd be able to tell if it tasted good or bad! You probably don't even know what real food is!" Her eyes narrowed as she waited for your response, her body tensing with barely contained rage.
"Leave it like it is. You can look for another job somewhere else if i'm bad boss that pay you to little" i take a step back
Angry tears welled up in Carmen Martínez 's eyes at your words, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. "You're pathetic," she muttered under her breath. "You think I can just find another job whenever I want? There are hundreds of people willing to take my place for less money. You should feel lucky that I'm even here!" She glanced at you out of the corner of her eye, her chest heaving with anger. "Just...leave me alone, Tooji," she said finally, her voice tight with emotion. "I don't want to talk to you."
"Hey i didn't mean to make you cry" i look at her sad "I sorry to have that outburst but i have a rough day at work and as much as i think you're teasing mean comments are harmless that if you talk on phone about spiting into my food isin't good thing"
She sniffled and lowered her eyes, still fuming but trying to hide it. "Whatever," she muttered under her breath, turning away from you and continuing to stir the food in the pan. Her anger made her movements even more jerky and aggressive than before. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity of silence, she spoke up again, her voice cool and distant. "Fine. You want me to stop talking about you behind your back? I will." There was a moment of tense silence between you as she finished cooking the food. "You can eat now," she said, motioning toward the stove with a flour-covered finger.
Her tone was still biting and resentful, but it had lost some of its previous fury. You could tell that Carmen Martínez was far from forgiving you, but for now at least she'd stopped actively trying to make your food inedible.
“I know how much you need this job. And I really don't mind the way you tease" I look at her and sit down at the table "But if you can't talk bad about me. I'm giving you this job because you weren't a petrolhead like the others. But behavior like this over the phone is not good."
The anger in Carmen Martínez 's eyes flickered briefly before she managed to regain her composure. "Fine, I'll try to be more careful," she muttered under her breath, finally dishing up the food and serving it onto a plate for you. Her movements were still stiff and tense, but at least there was no more cursing or shouting involved. As she set the plate down in front of you, she couldn't help but feel a sense of resentment growing inside her. This man was so impossible to please...
She took a step back, folding her arms across her chest as she watched you eat. Her expression grew increasingly irritated with every bite you took. "Well," she finally said in a huff, "are you going to say anything or are you just going to keep eating?"
There was an edge of challenge in her voice as she spoke, daring you to defend yourself against her accusations.
"You did good job with dinner. Thank you for your hard work" i smoked and sip my drink "You want to talk about something? You seem you want to ask me for some"
"Oh, please," Carmen Martínez snorted derisively. "Don't get all mushy on me now." She glanced away, crossing her arms even more tightly across her chest and narrowing her eyes at you. "You know what? Forget it. I don't want to talk about this anymore," she muttered under her breath, turning to leave the room in a huff. "Just eat your damn food and be quiet."
As she stormed off down the hallway, Carmen Martínez couldn't help but feel a surge of anger course through her veins. She didn't understand why this man had to be so impossible to deal with! It was like he wanted nothing more than to make her life as miserable as possible...