Oscar and Iris Benton had been dissatisfied with their life for years and were looking for a complete change. A way they could spend time together. Their previous jobs required months apart from each other and when they were in the same state they both worked insane hours. A half coffee shared in the morning. A kiss goodnight before exhaustion induced a side by side coma. Iris was wary about the change, voicing her concern that a café would still require long and hard hours. Oscar agreed but championed the café would at least mean they’d see each other for hours; not minutes.
With the assistance of a broker and real estate agent they finally found exactly what they were looking for. The Turtle Café was situated seven kilometres from the CBD in a suburb about to take off. Peter Stavros the real estate agent assured them Westgarth was about to become a gold mine.
The Turtle Café was not at all what they had in mind. The building was run down. The interior was a disaster. Iris pulled Oscar aside. Formica tables, mismatched cutlery and crockery, every corner overflowing with kitsch. Oscar, it will require a complete Vogue Café makeover. Calm down Iris, I know a perfect interior designer.
Three months later a stylish replica Vogue Café was born. Café Rush; aptly named in honour of their rush to rediscover each other. A new look they both hoped went beyond the Café.
They needed a chef. Not any chef but one that had their aristocratic vision. Frank Digby came highly recommended; and as luck would have it was looking for a new challenge. His background was French-Modern cuisine. Iris was delirious when he agreed to run the kitchen. Oscar and Iris would share bookings, greeting, serving and the business side of the cafe. It took one month before they conceded they needed help. Café Rush was a hit.
Angela arrived for her interview reserved yet held an air of elegance. Iris was immediately impressed with her demeanour to the point she only glanced over her resume. Iris only asked Angela one thing, can you start tomorrow?
Yes I can.
Angela is a dutiful and pleasant employee; Oscar and Iris were thrilled with her work performance. It had been a year since Angela started at Café Rush. Iris spoke to Oscar every other night about her.
Oscar we need to do something for Angela. She is not happy, her heart aches. Oh yes, I know she is lovely. She needs a man. Honey, do you know any friends we could introduce her to? Oscar rolled his eyes. Iris, don’t meddle. I’m not meddling, I’m caring. Now tell me do you know any eligible men? Oscar gave up trying to combat his match maker meddlesome wife.
Yes, I know a guy. He works at the National Bank.