Chapter Text
Gracie was new to the town of Stars Hollow. Fairly. She was still getting used to locations of places and some people's names, but she was familiar enough with most of them. One person she'd grown to be friends with was Rory.
"Hey," Rory greeted Gracie after school, "I'm getting this new job at a bakery. Want to come?"
"Sure," Gracie agreed, having nowhere better to go, and followed Rory down the street. "I should get a job myself. Are they still hiring?"
"They're always hiring; with all the expanding they do, there's always a new position," Rory explained. Gracie nodded.
When they got to the bakery, it didn't wasn't much on the outside. It looked like a giant metal box.
"Here, I'll see if I can get you a spot," Rory said, opening the door. The inside wasn't much either: it too was metal.
The first door on the right read the words "OFFICE". Rory knocked on it, and a voice from the inside told her to come in. Gracie immediately recognized the paleness of his skin: he was Silver.
"Whaddaya want?" he asked rudely.
"Uh, I'm coming in for work, and my friend here would also like a job," Rory stated tentatively.
"Fine. Show her the ropes," he said, slouching back down in his chair to apparently continue sleeping.
Rory nodded even though his eyes were closed, then exited the office. Then she motioned for Gracie to follow her down the hall. At the end of it was a big room full of tables, ovens, and cabinets full of supplies. There was also two big refrigerators towards the back.
"Okay, so you just follow these recipes," Rory fingered a stack of papers on a counter in the middle of the room, "to make what's been ordered."
"How do we know what's been ordered?" I asked.
"It gets announced every once in a while through that speaker," Rory explained, pointing at the square device hanging over the entrance.
"What do we do in the meantime?" Gracie asked.
"I don't know," Rory admitted, "this is my first day, and they didn't explain that to me."
Gracie shrugged, figuring she could have some harmless fun in the meantime. She first washed her hands and put on a hair net and apron, as a large poster in the room plainly indicated, then proceeded to pick up tiny pieces of dough that got stuck on the counters, rolling them into one ball. Once the ball was big enough, she stationed herself at a counter to play around with it until she had to prepare an order. Whenever that would be.
Suddenly the Silver boss burst into the room. "Why aren't you all working?!" he exclaimed.
"We have nothing to make," spoke up another girl in the room. She had an authoritative presence, and there was a slight sassiness to her tone.
"Then clean up, dangit! No one should be idle!" and he slammed the door.
"How'd he know that some of us weren't working when he wasn't even in the room yet?" Gracie asked on the way to throwing her dough ball away.
"He's an Eye," Rory explained, "he can see the immediate future. He saw that we weren't working before he entered the room."
"Well he's super rude," Gracie commented.
"Aren't all Silvers?" the girl who spoke up added, apparently listening in to what they were saying. Rory and Gracie looked to see her across the counter they were next to.
"Are they?" Gracie asked stupidly.
"Where are you even from that you don't know what all Silvers are cruel?" the girl sassed.
"I'm from... another town..." Gracie replied. The truth was that she didn't really remember where she was from. She only remembered moving to Stars Hollow. "I've never really met a Silver."
"Welcome to life," the girl said sarcastically, "I'm Paris, your tour guide."
"Nice to meet you, Paris," Rory bit back, the bite having the warning to back off with the teasing.
"You too, ..." Paris persisted, but dropped off when she didn't know their names.
"I'm Rory, and this is Gracie," she introduced.
"Pleasure," Paris sarcastically smiled, then walked away to probably clean something.