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Post by Tag Along on Aug 26, 2011 12:31:43 GMT -5
Lily was smiling on the outside, nodding as she wrote down her customer's order on her notepad. To look at her, you'd think she was happy to be there, happy to deal with complicated orders and complaining diners, happy to go home at the end of a 6-hour shift only to do piles and piles of homework for her 8am class tomorrow.
But her feet ached from standing all evening. Her brain was fried from studying. Her eyes were puffy and dark from lack of sleep. Her figure was more slight than usual from lack of time to have a proper meal.
In order to become a journalist, however, Lily had to go to college. Not just any college, mind you. A really good college. And in order to go to a really good college, Lily had to pay lots and lots of money. And in order to get this money, Lily had to work whatever job she could for however many hours she could. This semester, she was a waitress at a local hot spot restaurant. The tips were amazing, and right now, that was the only thing keeping her sane. That and the one thought that was constantly running through her mind:
One day, I will be a famous journalist. I will never have to worry about money. I just have to get through this to get there. I can do it.
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Post by Copper on Aug 26, 2011 22:49:13 GMT -5
Kevin was between classes when he realized he was starving -- he ducked into the diner, hoping to get something to settle his stomach. It was his first semester and he was as nervous as he'd been when it was his first day of preschool.
Kevin had always been anxious over new things.
He sat down at the counter and glanced over the menu, reading rapidly. He drummed his fingers on the counter top as he considered his options.
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Post by Tag Along on Aug 27, 2011 1:31:16 GMT -5
Lily went over to her new customer at the counter, dying a little bit inside. She was off in thirty minutes; of course someone had to come sit down while she was working the counter.
"What can I get for you?" She asked the red headed boy pleasantly before blowing a strand of hair out of her face. She didn't even want to think what she looked like. She rarely ever looked in the mirror anymore for fear of having a heart attack.
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Post by Copper on Aug 27, 2011 6:13:49 GMT -5
Kevin smiled at her.
"Uh... What's your favorite thing on the menu?" he asked in a light Irish accent. Living in America for about a week and it was already fading.
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Post by Tag Along on Aug 27, 2011 6:20:40 GMT -5
"BLT." She answered without hesitating. She smiled a bit when she heard his accent; at least that was something new.
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Post by Copper on Aug 27, 2011 6:25:32 GMT -5
"I'll have that then. And a coke, please, Lily," he said, having read her name tag.
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Post by Tag Along on Aug 27, 2011 6:27:55 GMT -5
She jotted it down, nodding. When he said her name, she chuckled, tapping her name tag with her pen. "Be right back."
She tended to some of her other customers quickly before returning to the counter with his Coke. "Your food will be out soon."
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Post by Copper on Aug 27, 2011 6:33:03 GMT -5
"Thank you so much," he smiled at her. "Uhm, sorry, are ya busy? Do you know the area very well?"
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Post by Tag Along on Aug 27, 2011 6:36:27 GMT -5
Lily had been about to walk away, but she stopped at his question.
"I do know the area." She answered, trying not to chuckle. She'd worked in almost every store and restaurant three blocks each way. She'd also grown up close by and had visited this area of the city a lot.
"But I'm a little busy." She wasn't going to put off her homework just to show a cute guy with an Irish accent around. Her career - or future career - was more important than boys.
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Post by Copper on Aug 27, 2011 6:40:45 GMT -5
"Oh, right, sorry," Kevin said, instantly turning red. He turned back to his poorly-made hand-drawn map of the area. He played with his hair nervously. Now where the fuck was the Washington Building for his history of art class?
He downed his coke quickly, anxiously.
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Post by Tag Along on Aug 27, 2011 7:00:36 GMT -5
Lily felt bad, and she felt even worse when she saw his sorry excuse for a map. She leaned over and took it, grabbing her pen. She flipped the piece of paper over and started drawing a new map.
"What're you looking for?" She asked, keeping her focus on drawing the block on which the restaurant was located.
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Post by Copper on Aug 27, 2011 20:30:27 GMT -5
"My class is in the Washington Building," he mumbled, looking much more relieved.
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Post by Tag Along on Aug 28, 2011 0:49:55 GMT -5
Lily quickly but expertly drew the surrounding area and put a star on one big square.
"Not too far, actually. Just turn right once you get out of here, then walk 2 blocks, turn left, 3 more blocks." She slid the map back to him, putting her pen back in her pocket. She shot him a half-smile before darting to the kitchen to get orders ready to be delivered.
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Post by Copper on Aug 28, 2011 9:48:49 GMT -5
Five blocks?! In Copper's mind, that seemed an eternity. He started eating faster.
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Post by Tag Along on Aug 28, 2011 9:52:46 GMT -5
Lily came back to check on him and couldn't help but chuckle under her breath.
"What time is your class? It really doesn't take long to get there." Or maybe she was just a fast walker.
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