Esther sniffed the air greedily as she watched Amanda pile up her bowl. Piping hot, spicy chicken noodle soup was exactly what her soul needed on this freaking cold afternoon. The weather had been damp and rainy all week, leaving nearly half the staff feeling under the weather. Esther had been helping out where she could, especially in the kitchen—anything to get out of Mrs. Mario's sight, and she had largely been successful.
"Here you go, girly," Amanda said, sliding the full bowl towards her. Esther watched the red sauce slosh around the thin, glassy noodles. Her stomach growled in hunger.
"This smells amazing, Amanda," she gushed.
"Haha, thank you. You not so bad yourself," Amanda chortled.
