The next morning, Hannah was up bright and early to go to her record store. As she skipped down the corridor, she saw a huge queue of people.
�What are you queuing for?� She asked the woman at the back of the queue.
�The restaurant,� the woman replied. �It�s got a massive waiting list.� She looked at Hannah suspiciously. �NO queue jumping.� She added, quickly.
Hannah started to follow the queue up the corridor.
�I didn�t know there was another restaurant in this corridor�� she muttered. The queue seemed to go on for ages and it took her a good ten minutes to reach the beginning of it. When she finally got there she nearly fell over in shock. It was HER restaurant they were queuing for.
She was just coming to terms with this exciting discovery when she registered who the guy heading the queue was.
�GRANT?!�
�Hi.� He said, cheerily.
�What are you doing here?�
�I�I fancied another one of those gorgeous curries.� He admitted.
�At 8�o�clock in the morning?!� Hannah exclaimed.
�Yeah�� Grant looked shifty.
�So, where did all THEY come from?� Hannah asked, pointing to the queue.
�I�I may have told a few friends�� Grant said.
�Oh my God. I�ve got to open up! We�ll make a fortune! I�ve got to get Jess!� Hannah poked her nose through the letterbox and yelled: �JAMIE!"
Jamie, who had fallen asleep on the cooker and had singed part of his face looked up.
��Eh?�
�Get the cooker going! I�m going to get Jess!�
Hannah pulled her nose out of the letterbox and ran down the corridor. �JESS! JESS!!� She screamed, panting, outside Kurt�s house.
A window on the bottom floor opened up and Kurt poked his head out. �She�s asleep!�
�Well wake her up!� Hannah insisted.
�But she�s sleeping!�
Hannah stopped. �Hang on a minute � Jess never sleeps in. She�s usually the first one awake!�
Kurt frowned. �I haven�t heard or seen her come out of my bedroom yet.�
�JESS!� Hannah threw a brick through the upstairs window.
�Go AWAY! I�m rummaging!� Jess�s voice sounded.
�Through what?� Hannah called back.
�Drawers and cupboards.� Jess said quietly. There was the sound of a door opening, then running down the stairs and Jess emerged out of Kurt�s house fully dressed. �See you later, Kurt!� Jess called.
�Oh, wait! I made you some lunch�� Kurt ran out with a saucepan in his hand.
�Sorry, no time, bye!� Jess shut the door behind her and turned to Hannah. �What do YOU want? I hope it�s something good otherwise I�ll be angry I passed up the offer of lunch.� She growled.
�Ah, shut up.� Hannah said, randomly. �You won�t believe how popular our restaurant has become!!�
�What restaurant?� Jess had completely forgotten.
�You remember � Jamie Oliver the chef, and so on?� Hannah reminded her.
�Oh�yeah.� Jess said, vaguely.
�Well, LOOK!� Hannah and Jess turned a corner to see a long winding queue that was snaking backwards and forwards and round lamp-posts in the street.
�They�re blocking the entrance to my book shop!� Jess ran and shooed the people in the queue away from the front of her store, who ran off and quickly formed it elsewhere.
�NO!� Hannah grabbed her by the sleeve. �Let�s go and make a fortune in the restaurant!�
�But Andy Serkis is doing a book signing tod-"
�NO!� Hannah dragged her indoors. �Now put a pinny on and start serving.�
�Oh, arse.� Jess grabbed an apron and went into the kitchen. �Jamie, what are we serving today?�
Jamie opened the fridge. There was an onion and half a carrot inside.
��onion and carrot soup�?� He suggested.
�Cool.� Jess went back into the dining area.
�What can I get you?� Hannah was asking Grant.
�Curry?�
�None left, sorry.�
�Oh.�
�You could have soup.� Hannah suggested.
�No, it�s just not the same�� Grant sniffed. He got up. �I�ll see you later.� He left.
�Noooooo! Come back!� Hannah frowned. �Shite."
�40 soups, please, Jamie.� Jess called through the hatch to the kitchen. Jamie looked at his onion and half carrot.
�O-K�"
Jess was just about to take more orders when Hannah came over to her.
�Grant�s GONE!�
�Yeah�?�
�Well�he shouldn�t be gone!�
�Well, he is.�
�Damn you and your manipulative language skills.� Hannah stomped off.
Jess turned and looked at the restaurant, packed full of people.
�Hello?"
�What?� She turned to Jamie who was calling through the hatch.
�We�ve run out of food!�
�You�re the chef,� Jess said. �I have no idea what that means.�
�No food means no meals!� Jamie cried. (No, literally; the stress had become too much for him to cope with).
�Well, rustle something up!� Jess walked off.
�But-� Jamie sniffed. He picked up the phone. �Hello? Nearest Sainsbury�s To Space? Yes, I�d like to order some food��

10 minutes later, Jess and Hannah were both really busy with serving.
There was the sudden sound of a doorbell. This was most unusual as the restaurant didn�t have one. Jess walked over to the front door and opened it up.
Outside there was a rather battered-looking Sainsbury�s van.
�I�ve brought you your shopping for Mr Jamie Oliver MBE.� A man in a Sainsbury�s cap announced.
�No thank you, I only shop at Waitrose.� Jess shut the door.
�Please, Miss! I travelled 10,000 miles!� The man called through the letter box.
�Bog off, commoner.� Jess poked a stick through the letterbox and succeeded in nearly gauging his eye out.
She stomped back into the restaurant.
�Food?� Jamie asked, hopefully, poking his head out the kitchen door.
�Nope.� Jess replied. �Work with what you�ve got.�
Jamie let out a sob of despair and went back into the kitchen to scrape things out from under the cooker.