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Chapter Four

I grunted as I lifted the hot pot of soup onto a rolling cart, the steam from the soup hitting my face, the smell not so pleasant.

My first day on the job and I was already exhausted. I blew a puff of air up against my forehead, the hair pushing my black hair out of my face. I let out a deep sigh, wishing I could go back back to bed.

"Gross" I mumbled to myself

I was already sticky with sweat, fanning myself with my hand, desperately trying to get cool

I pushed open the swinging doors with the cart, the loud voices becoming overwhelming. I looked around and realized I bit off more than I could chew. There were so many tables and so many scouts to feed.

"Fuck" I whispered under my breath

I let out a huff, rolling my eyes before pushing the cart through tables and benches. The constant cadence of ladeling soup into wooden bowls became hypnotizing, I spacing out almost immediately. There was the occasional "thank you", but not too often. Finally I made it to the last table; There sat a group of teenagers, all seeming tired from early morning training. They all looked up at me with question on their faces.

"You're new" a small blonde boy, the same one that I saw the afternoon before, said with a smile.

The group still kept their eyes on me, making me feel awkward. I only nodded, pressing my lips together in a awkward smile, only the corners of my mouth curled. It was obvious I really didn't want to smile.

"I'm Sasha" one girl said with such excitement "since you're new, do we have new food?"

She cupped her hands as if she was pleading. She seemed a little to excited about food.

"I'm not sure" I responded, ladeling more soup into a boy's bowl "Is this what you usually have?"

"Aw man" the boy grunted with an additude "It's that same soup"

He was small with a shaved head. He stuck out his tongue as he dipped is spoon in, letting soup fall from it

"I just want meat" he complained

"Deal with it" I scoffed, looking down at the group, my eyes narrowed

I wasn't one for complaining or hearing complaints.

"There's no use in whining when we have a meat shortage" I continued, serving more soup into every bowl

"She's right, Connie" Sasha fussed at her friend

I noticed another boy, whose face was long, rolling his eyes with a huff. I raised my brow. Horse faced looking little shit.

"Maybe with a new cook, you could make new things" the blonde one spoke "although we are limited"

"Maybe" I said, finally serving the last scout "Maybe potato sandwiches next time"

The kids smiled, except for the long faced one. I was glad I could at least cheer them up a bit.

"What's your name?" Connie asked

"Mariana DelToro" I answered

"DelToro?!" the blonde boy whispered

The table had that curious look again

Oh bosdespa...

"Can't you guys kill titans with your bare hands?!" Sasha asked

"No" was all I said

"I heard your family ate titan meat; is that why you guys are so strong?" the blonde one asked