SutibaruArt

It was late at night on a holiday, and Lien was absolutely done with everyone's shit. On the one hand, running a restaurant on a holiday meant that it was sure to be a full house, since everyone who wasn't able to get food for themselves would be desperately searching for any place that was open. On the other, it was extra stressful because people were super worked up and desperate to ensure that their holiday meal was perfect. As if it was suddenly her fault that they'd burned a turkey and was turned away at Denny's. "Order up, we have the peking duck for you, here. There's the scallion pancakes, uh-huh, yep." It was times like this that Lien knew the value in good footwear. If she didn't wear some form of heel, she'd struggle with the height of a normal kitchen. But she had to make sure they were comfortable, otherwise 14 hours on her feet would leave her even more exhausted than she normally was. The clack of her casual heels also had the benefit of alerting people that she