What Am I Doing Here? [Open]

Shutting the door to the restuarant quietly behind him, Ismet walked through the garden with a smal frown on his face. He disliked crowds and people, so having a job here in a restuarant where there is almost always people wasn't the smartest thing he had done. But...he had wanted to have a source of income seperate from his parent's. That way he wouldn't have to rely on them to get him things he wanted to get.

Ismet shivered as the wind blew past him and pulled his jacket tighter around him, his frown deepening. He disliked this place; it was cold so often, and the cold was something he wasn't used to having lived much much further south most of his life. Sighing, he cleared off a bench - wincing at the pain of cold snow touching his hand - and sat down on the bench, hunching into himself. Ismet had to wonder whether getting a job here was a good idea.

Kiku wrapped his arms around himself, stepping outside for a quick breather. It was so cold out here, paticularily when it was so hot in the kitchen, loud and full of steam. He wiped his brow walked out, feeling the snow crunching under his feet pleasantly. Ah, it reminded him of home.

There was another person in the garden. He looked over questioningly, wondering wether to introduce himself or not. He didn't look that old, some kind of teenager for certian, with lightly tanned skin and dark haired. he decided not to say anything, leaning back on the wall and watching his breath.