Breanne Samaya

Plant Mom, College Student, Waitress (crashdown Cafe) Roswell RP

[breannesamaya]

Intro

ooc: Name’s Pugsly I’ve been RPing for like a billion years I’m 20+ and this is Breanne. She was indeed a sim in the Sims 4 and I fell in love with the idea of her so I gave her some backstory popped her on tumblr and here we are. 

Name: Breanne Samaya

Age: 26

Birthday: March 17th 1997

Sexuality: Bisexual

Job: Waitress 

Location: Roswell, New Mexico

Time in Roswell: 3 years

Birth place: Cebu, Philippines, (grew up in Las Vegas Nevada)

Siblings: Meili and Leona (younger and older sisters)

Height: 5’6

Languages: English, Tagalog, Bisaya

Pinterest

Spotify playlist

Hobbies/Likes

Plants: Breanne collects plants and dreams of having a luxurious garden. She has a small one along with a herb garden.

Collecting: She collects cool rocks, has done so since childhood. Working on becoming a Wildlife conservationist has helped her expansive rock collections.

Nature Documentaries: Name it and she’s seen it. She spends her free time watching new and old ones on her couch in sweats and hair in a messy bun.

Hiking: She could go on a planned nature walk, end up lost for a few hours and find her way back and Bre would consider that a good time. She’s dabbled in nature photography a bit due to her nature walks. (Includes cave exploring)

Star gazing: With a telescope or just laying down and looking up at the sky at night. Breanne likes to dabble in the space side of things.

Soap Making: She doesn’t do it often but soap making is a hobby she wished she had more time for.

Dislikes

Lying/dishonesty: The Samaya sisters were not raised to lie. It makes her anxious to have to do so unless it’s something harmless.

Greed: Greedy people of any nature rub her the wrong way. There’s just something inherently wrong about wanting to hoard copious amounts of something so other people can’t have it.

Math: She’s not the biggest fan of having to do math, it rears its ugly head in her profession more often than not being in a science reliant field.

Drama: Unnecessary drama stresses her out just as much as lying does. Breanne is very much about doing what makes herself happy first. She doesn’t care what other people are doing.

Westerns: She abhors this genre as a whole. She doesn’t have one reason for disliking the genre. It’s just literally every single thing about the concept of American Westerns.

Conspiracy Theories: Some are funny and she can remotely tolerate them. Most theories she takes personal offence to and cannot stand them. Will not tolerate listening to them.

Mazes: The idea of mazes stresses Breanne out to a point where she might be actually scared of being trapped in one.

About

Breanne was always the kid finding cool rocks or cool plants outside and trying excitedly to show her peers. They slowly grew less and less enthused with her ‘look at this cool rock I found,’ until she one day had a small group of friends who shared her passion. Not for lack of trying. If she was bullied about it she barely noticed and when she was aware, she didn’t care. Breanne was busy living her best life because humans could never be as cool as the things she brought home and kept in a shoe box.

Her parents didn’t understand the hobby, but at least she was doing well in school and minding her business. That’s really all they could ask for. Things got a little easier for Breanne once her family was in Las Vegas, except she wasn’t a fan of living in the desert. Her parents were. They enjoyed the weather and the live Las Vegas offered them. They were struggling back in the Philippines and while they weren’t rich or well to do, they were better off. Her father was a valet for upscale hotels and mother worked in restaurants. It meant Breanne had to grow up a little faster so she could take on her share of the chores and keep an eye on her sisters.

The Samaya sisters grew super close because of this little bump in the road. They told each other things they couldn’t tell their parents. Even as they started going their own ways in life. Meili moved to California, Leona didn’t really want to leave home, she remains in Vegas. Breanne’s college ventures to become a Soil Scientist took her to Eastern New Mexico University. Where she’s started her four year bachelor degree. 

She and her parents scrapped together what money they could and helped her get a house near her college to complete her courses and make getting an internship easier. While Breanne has her scholarship and what little money the internship offered, she makes up the missing income for her house by working as a waitress at the Crashdown Cafe. During her second year of college Breanne got an internship. She and few other interns are under the tutelage of Dr. Smith. A month into it, disaster struck when mislabeled data had her name on it as well as almost identical handwriting. An investigation was opened and eventually Breanne’s name was cleared but she’s still shaken up by the whole thing. 

Amid that drama, Breanne and fellow college student Morgyn became close friends. He was a shoulder to cry on when she needed it and vice versa. They started hanging out mostly during the nights when she was free, over their mutual love of star gazing.

Breanne herself is very outgoing. She likes to socialize and if she can put a smile on someone’s face she will. She also likes to keep to herself on some occasions. She very much needs to decompress after long socialization days. She loves the outdoors and loves talking about it even more. She’s bubbly and will often ‘wake up and choose violence’ with little regard for the input of others. The only opinion that matters to her, is her family. Rules are a necessary annoyance for Breanne and while she will follow them when necessary if she can bend them for her benefit she absolutely will.

Wanted Connections:

Ride or Die - Someone to do all the impulsive things that cross Breanne’s mind and is totally down for it (or totally against because Bre NO)

College students/Internship friends/Teachers - Anyone else doing the internship with her (either summer or during her third semester) and after that, just other college students. Along with teachers!

Regular customers/Coworkers - Breanne usually works the graveyard shift (school year) Randomized shifts during summer time. 

Enemies - it’s a strong word, but anyone who doesn’t get along with Breanne is welcomed!

Plot Theme: “I cannot seem to find my way from underneath you, but you always find your way around me.“ [source] 

Plot Theme: A plot based of If You Were Mine... [Song] [Lyrics] 

Prompts: [Link 1] [Link 2]

Things I don’t want to forget about:  

Roommates: 

Friends: 

Coworkers:

Others: 

[breannesamaya]

Status: closed { @enderbaptista }

Location: coffee shop

Breanne was irritable and tired. Coffee was no use at this point, but she sipped the sweetened french vanilla energy drink optimistic for a positive result. Only a very strong coma could help. A notification on her phone caused a groan of annoyance.

That stupid ufo hunter group.

They'd caused some fuss for hours last night. Insisting they saw something and had to have access to the roof. They snuck up there and were a nusiance to everyone in Breanne's building.

"I'm moving apartment buildings! I do not enjoy my already messy sleep schedule disrupted."

[breannesamaya]

"Oh she wasn't like horrible... or cruel. Just she meant business." Describing her mother a mix between easy and difficult, leaning more towards difficult. They didn't have an easy childhood, but they damn sure had a good one. "Eh I don't mind the kids birthday parties. I can autopilot a kid's birthday party. The older the party guest the harder it is to make sure they leave happy." She was holding in a rant about... the Alien Hunters.... since crashdown was one of the few places open, they frequented here. Ordering mass ampunts food early in the morning. "Some kids though, I've had a few 'main characters' if you catch my drift."

[parkjilei]

" oh yeah ?? " park-ji shifted to the edge of the booth , eyes glistening with interest . " you can't plant that seed then not tell me the gossip . come on — spill . who are these main characters ?? " they had experienced some strange types throughout their years in roswell — the podcasters , the alien obsessed — but now it seemed as though strangeness was just part of the furniture . it was second nature , an expectation rather than something that piqued their interest . they were thankful for the change in subject ; parents weren't the youngest lei's favorite topic by any means . if anything , the town gossip would fuel their radio show ravings , providing filler between the slew of nineties classics .

[breannesamaya]

Those cursed memories caused a deep sigh. The worst one by far was years ago but this party haunted Breanne during her waking and asleep hours. "I can't drop names. They probably still live here and I think they still dine here..." Breanne started. She rubbed her forehead to ease the oncoming headache. "The parents... brought the cake. Remember this. It's important later. My first month working here. I'm not a total newbie to food service. We have a birthday party for a seven year old. Alien themed. They're all decked out in face paint, costumes. The works."

Breanne remembered where they sat. By the back of the diner with the larger tables. They took up two tables.

"A relative drops the cake off. They leave once guests arrive. The cake is fine. The party is going great. When suddenly. The kid goes. "Um why don't I have two cakes?' I'm like lowkey giggling until the mother approaches me and says. You can make a birthday cake here right? Pulled out a ten dollar bill and said "I'll add this to your tip. Make my son a cake. And then described the cake he wanted." Breanne could no longer hide her annoyance. "So I said no. We don't have the tools to do that style of cake. We have sliced cake chocolate cake today. It's the dessert of the week. You'd have thought I insulted her family lineage in front of her and her kid. She was disgusted that I told hee no. And it only got worse." That was only the first nightmare customer she had, but that woman stayed at the top of the list and would for years to come. "The kid said they would get me fired. So they started being rowdy. Their friends started in too and we had to kick them out."

[breannesamaya]

"I have bills to pay." Breanne answered honestly. "If I could afford getting fired, I'd turn into my mom real quick and yell at them. My mom had a way with motherly disappointment that kept us mostly straight..." The echo of her mom's voice every time Bre had acted up was loud and clear. That stern and clearly disappointed tone sent chills down her spine. "Most of the time, I tune it out if I want to make it through a shift. I guess three years in, I've also gotten used to it... but one day, I just want one chance to get a good scolding in."

[parkjilei]

" i know how that feels . my dad is one royal jerk . " mumbled park-ji . their father was the same , a man who pushed his children towards success with such vigor that he shoved them away from him altogether . " i don't think i could ever work in a place like this , with all the kids and birthday parties and alien cosplayers . it's enough having to come in here to eat . " nebula eatery was way outside their budget and , as much as they loved pizza planet , greasy slices weren't the best for their health if they were consumed on a daily , weekly or monthly basis . the crashdown was the only consolation when their cupboards and fridge ran empty . " it's like a school cafeteria . "

[breannesamaya]

"Oh she wasn't like horrible... or cruel. Just she meant business." Describing her mother a mix between easy and difficult, leaning more towards difficult. They didn't have an easy childhood, but they damn sure had a good one. "Eh I don't mind the kids birthday parties. I can autopilot a kid's birthday party. The older the party guest the harder it is to make sure they leave happy." She was holding in a rant about... the Alien Hunters.... since crashdown was one of the few places open, they frequented here. Ordering mass ampunts food early in the morning. "Some kids though, I've had a few 'main characters' if you catch my drift."

[pcrasitic]

breanne .

Of course, it was the table Breanne had just cleaned. It had to be that one. Bre had to swallow the irritated sigh building from deep in her soul. “There’s no point in crying over flung ketchup.” That felt like a suitable reply to the situation. She internally questioned if customers ruined clean things on purpose. “If you’re still hungry after that meal, we have a lovely dessert menu.“she offered against her better judgment. It was just more messes to clean up… especially with the sauces that topped the cakes and ice creams.

“ i aint crying . “ it’s obvious enough , but he has to make it known . couldn’t have reputation ruined . he’d be the last person caught boo-hooing over spilled anything , even if he spent his last dollar on it . eyes of ocean blue land on her rag , still wet . although he doesn’t feel the least bit sorry for the way he’d just ruined the spotless and shining table , he doesn’t envy her job . cleaning up after other people , no way . there wasn’t enough money that could keep him picking up slimy napkins and scraping gum from beneath tables . “ do you ?? you paying for that lovely dessert ?? cause if that’s the case , pie is good with me . “

[breannesamaya]

So that's how this conversation was going to go. "Nope, it's not on the house, regular price." Unless something was wrong with the meal. Bre figured he was getting along just fine. "If you're still interested, we have cherry, lemon meringue, and apple." Breanne smiled. That ever familiar pit in her stomach formed. She wasn't particularly fond of this interaction even if she didn't have a valid reason why yet. There were more sweets on that menu, but she'd be damned if she was assembling an ice cream sundae.

[breannesamaya]

[pcrasitic]

location: crashdown cafe open:to all

the sight’s less than ideal for anyone trying to enjoy a meal . froggy hunched in a booth quasimodo style , jaw unhinged around a burger .  the bun’s squished in order to get at least half of it in his gob in one single bite . you’d swear he was starved , and truthfully he probably was . manners cease to exist in his world , and certainly so at three in the morning after a shift . distracted by the particular dryness of the patty , he hastily reaches for the bottle of ketchup . god this place was stingy — the glass bottle nearly on empty . it takes a few hard thwacks against the back of his palm and ketchup as it covers his plate and more than a few globs of the condiment fly over his table and across to the one in front of him . a nonchalant “ oops , “ slips out between chews . hardly sounding the least bit apologetic as the back of his hand mops a dribble of grease from his chin .

[breannesamaya]

Of course, it was the table Breanne had just cleaned. It had to be that one. Bre had to swallow the irritated sigh building from deep in her soul. "There's no point in crying over flung ketchup." That felt like a suitable reply to the situation. She internally questioned if customers ruined clean things on purpose. "If you're still hungry after that meal, we have a lovely dessert menu."she offered against her better judgment. It was just more messes to clean up... especially with the sauces that topped the cakes and ice creams.

[enderbaptista]

breannesamaya​:

“Eh, you work with what you got. Graveyard shifts leave me with a lot of time. Also, college is bad for dangling overarching goals in front of my face. Did they expect me not to pull it off?” A lowkey reference to how hard she worked to get that early internship. Leaving room in her senior year for some time to herself. “I’d do it again too, I’d have to think about it, but I would opt to do the internship early for more free time senior year.”

“ well , i don’t envy you . i can’t think of anything worse than answering questions about dirt and getting my manicure all messed up scrabbling around looking for rocks . “ but ender didn’t envy herself , either , stuck in a dead-end job that made her miserable and left little time for her pursuit of something better . “ does that mean we’re going to lose you soon ?? “ she questioned regarding the internship , “ because i don’t know if i can grab all those tables by myself in a single shift and , as much as i like the new girl , she’s hopeless . “ 

[breannesamaya]

"Unfortunately, yes, some day I'm going to have to say goodbye to Crashdown. I'm confident it will be left in good hands. Even if they aren't good right now, they'll get better." The statement was both freeing and hurtful at the same time. The sheer freedom that would come with the financial freedom was so close, but that meant partially letting go of the friends here. "I'll still stop by, though. I'll just be probably at the table having coffee verses serving it. I'll have to fill the Crashdown void somehow."

[breannesamaya]

[breannesamaya]

natehackett​:

“i WISH i knew them, or their parents,” he sighed, sliding over the attendant’s counter to start picking up the wasted detergent pods. “i think this is, like, some kind of karmic justice for my teen years. i thought i was a good kid, but i guess the universe says otherwise.” nate had, of course, had a few rebellious stints in his youth. most of them, though, involved faking sickness so he could stay home and read a graphic novel. “if i had kids, i’d never just let them run free to do whatever wherever. we have the sign for a reason, this isn’t the first time a group of kids has tried this.”

She too had the opposite experience. She wasn’t sneaking out, she was sneaking off to places too far away from the house. If she was out of eyesight she was too far away. And that meant grounding. “You mean you weren’t tempted to go wander down a weird path?” She asked. “That was the best part of life!” She was struggling to stay on that topic because the history teacher thing was way more interesting. “I’ll get back to that later, I have to tell you how I ruined my teacher’s life.” The woman’s taunts of a failing grade echoed in Breanne’s head. “So I’m sometimes a daydreamer right? And I’d do that during her class. She was boring. I did the work, passed the tests, but I wasn’t engaged. She basically taught her class like a college course, but we were a bunch of preteens. Long story short she called me out and threatened to fail me and tried to disrupt my parents work schedules with conferences. I got sick of her so every time I wrote essays I made reference to how boring her class was and related it to the topic at hand. I got detention every single time. And when asked to apologize I said ‘sorry your class is boring and you can’t cope with that so now you’re lashing out.’ Cue more detentions. That was just the start.” It was a very long year for everybody in that class. Not that the other students discouraged the   behavior. “I had other kids giving me ideas at some point because they thought it was funny.”

[natehackett]

“mainly, i just wanted to stay out of trouble wherever i could,” he explained. “i already had my siblings who had gone down strange paths as examples of what would happen to me if i had done the same.” nate had distance between himself and his eldest sibling, he’d seen the way that his elder siblings had come home escorted by a sheriff’s deputy at four in the morning. he hadn’t wanted to experience that for himself, it was quite enough to live vicariously through brian, jim, and heather. “you wrote essays referencing how boring her classes were? that’s pretty BOLD of you. i think i would have just stopped doing the work altogether,” in fact, he had a few classes in high school where he’d given up rather than ask for help or make some kind of bold statement. this rang especially true for his english classes. “what kinds of things were you writing to your teacher? any standout lines?”

[breannesamaya]

"Malicious compliance works wonders. I wrote the stupid essays, and they were on topic. It was not my fault she didn't like how I spiced it up." There were many heated one-sided arguments with that teacher. "I think I compared her rants to some of the tyranical governments we lightly brushed upon because that woman was a tyrant. I remember doing that vividly. That was a heated argument. She gave me a zero. I hope I see her again one day. I'm about to be higher on the economic scale than her." While Breanne didn't care about things like that, her teacher had thrown that insult in so many kids' faces. Not passing with good grades means you'll never be anything in life... yawn. I always said I don't go looking for trouble it just finds me. Nobody ever believed me." Breanne shrugged. Life had quieted down significantly upon entering college. Less chances for petty childish reprocussions. "For the most part, everyone seems to have grown up around me."

[enderbaptista]

breannesamaya​:

“It’s called body doubling, stop judging me.” Breanne replied. “No but for real though it helps me do things sometimes. I just need someone to sit there with me.” She could multitask. Keep her mind on school work while conversing with Ender, if she was up to doing that. “I’ve also brought homework to Crashdown before, usually on night shifts when it’s dead. It’s kind of become my second comfort space.“ 

her nose scrunched . she had heart of body doubling , but only in the interest of cats — sometimes she thought she would get her kitten a tiny laptop so he could sit beside her as she brushed up on general knowledge for pub quizzes . ender’s lips pulled back in a sneer at the mention of the crashdown . “ i couldn’t think of anywhere worse to go if you’re trying to get work done . it’s bad enough having to work there at all , “ on their ghost shifts ender had noticed breanne working away in a corner somewhere , scrawling information so that their manager wouldn’t see ; ender wasn’t one to snitch , so long as the same attitude was taken towards her hours of scrolling twitter when she should have been wiping tables . 

[breannesamaya]

"Eh, you work with what you got. Graveyard shifts leave me with a lot of time. Also, college is bad for dangling overarching goals in front of my face. Did they expect me not to pull it off?" A lowkey reference to how hard she worked to get that early internship. Leaving room in her senior year for some time to herself. "I'd do it again too, I'd have to think about it, but I would opt to do the internship early for more free time senior year."

[breannesamaya]

Breanne had her hands full with a particularly large order. As much as she paid attention to her surroundings as to not trip or run into anyone, she was also very focused on getting the food to her table. As well as avoiding any tomfoolery occuring in the diner. Soon she was being told off for being in the way. "I'll be out of your way in a moment." The carrying tray full of food was placed down at the customer's table but Bre made no hurry to move any faster than normal. She didn't want her patrons to feel rushed because of whatever else was going on at Crashdown.

[parkjilei]

it was like a school cafeteria , a mess of barely-legal teens causing havoc amongst the alien memorabilia . park-ji would have much rather stayed at home to eat , but with the hooligans terrorising the trailer park too ( stealing their gas canisters , prying scrap metal off the side of their single-wide ) it was easier making the trip into town for something warm , substantial and , most importantly , cheap . leaning back against the pleather of their booth with one arm draped over the back , they spoke to the waitress : " how do you put up with this shit all day ?? " in that moment they were thankful to work at the radio station , tucked away from humanity and inane interaction .

[breannesamaya]

"I have bills to pay." Breanne answered honestly. "If I could afford getting fired, I'd turn into my mom real quick and yell at them. My mom had a way with motherly disappointment that kept us mostly straight..." The echo of her mom's voice every time Bre had acted up was loud and clear. That stern and clearly disappointed tone sent chills down her spine. "Most of the time, I tune it out if I want to make it through a shift. I guess three years in, I've also gotten used to it... but one day, I just want one chance to get a good scolding in."

[meilanibrudenell]

breannesamaya·:

Breanne realized she might not be the most reliable resource on stargazing. “I’m spoiled, my best friend has a nice house with a backyard.” Outside of this, her noisy apartment complex had some spots to lay out and watch the stars. When those weird UFO hunters weren’t out and about annoying people. “I’d say any clearings by Fraizer Woods but that’s like trying to exist in Greystone…” Breanne shook her head. “I swear those UFO hunters ruin everything. You might be better off investing in a telescope. That way you can lock yourself in your house and not have anyone bug you." 

“Be it for better or worse, I don’t think there’s likely to be any trespassing onto private property in my future.” Finding a place that she could enjoy the night sky in both safety and solitude had proven tricky — it wasn’t that Meilani minded the occasional wanderer such as the one before her, but the large groups that places like Fraizer woods sometimes brought about were a different story entirely. Yet, she still found herself wandering to whatever open patch of space would welcome her, would allow her a moment to enjoy the world around her. “I’m not really searching for planets or UFO’s. I just…enjoy the beauty of it all. It wouldn’t be the same through a lens or from the inside of my apartment.”

[breannesamaya]

"Understandable, and good, because they aren't real in the way we think they are." Breanne let her hostility for that group show again. "That's why we sit outside and talk. It's less suffocating than inside. All that energy has to go somewhere. Why not release it into the wild? Usually the best way to find places is looking around until you find a cool spot. That's how I've stumbled upon things but don't go too far into the desert, that's never a good plan. That's too much nature to be alone with."

Bre didn’t consider herself socially awkward, but was it correct to offer to get him a new one? It would kill some of her spare time and she could get coffee out of it. Not like she didn’t already drink enough of it already… “Can I say hi to your dog?” Moving past the coffee issue seemed like the better option. Also she wanted to pet the dog, it had been a minute since she had been around a furbaby and quite frankly she missed it. “It’s okay if not. I get if she is overstimulated.” She didn’t know if the many Bre Takes A Tumble stories were interesting but there were a few. None too intense but none her body was too happy to deal with. “I tripped over a log the other day. I really thought I cleared it but nope. The world had other plans for me that day.”

Thankful for the question and the distraction that came with it, Patrick checked in with his dogs for a moment, trying to see if there was any leftover anxiety or energy he couldn’t quite read but with both of them settled and content, he gave a soft nod. “Of course - go ahead. She’s fine now, it was just all very exciting for a minute,” the man assured, hoping that it’d be enough of an apology. With a thankful smile, Patrick’s demeanor changed into something a little less tense. “I’m sorry about that but that just means it happens to all of us, right? At least nothing worse happened but I get it now - they say don’t text and drive but apparently it should also say don’t talk and walk either.”

[breannesamaya]

"Texting and walking really is dangerous." Breanne was half listening as she pet the excited dog. He really did have a point. She tended to do most of her texting while stationary but phone calls, forget it she was all over the place. "I've seen some people who are just amazing at it and I want their talent but I've twisted my ankle trying to find cool rocks before so I might not be the best person to speak on the topic."

[duckysgoncalves]

"I'm still mad about getting detention in middle school, unjustly if I might add. Like, we were learning about the female reproductive system, and the topic was the time of the month, so I finished my teacher's statement with, and that's on period."

[breannesamaya]

That sounded like someing Bre would have done. A mix between a snort and laughter left her mouth, it wasnt the prettiest of laugh but that statement tickled her funny bone. "I swear teachers have no sense of humor sometimes." She did slightly understand the irritation as the statement, but detention? That's entirely too much for a silly little statement. "I'm glad college isn't as immature as literallu every single stage of schooling that came before it. I can't imagine getting detention in my mid twenties."

[parkjilei]

the crashdown cafe ( open for — everyone ! ​)

was it a bird , was it a plane ?? no , it was an unidentified saturn-wich hurtling through the air to collide with park-ji’s chest as they carried their bundle of art supplies . their trailer was too loud with the bustle of day-to-day life , in a desperate attempt for solace , they had ventured to the crashdown cafe to complete some of their newest graffiti designs — oh , how foolish they were to assume that peace was to be found there . rage burned in their pupils and a hand grabbed the paper bag , recoiling their arm with the full intention of volleying the snack back at the waiter who had thrown it , but instead of allowing the treat to leave their fingertips they stopped , an unfamiliar individual crossing their path and interrupting the very clear trajectory they’d imagined . “ you’re in the way of the perfect shot , “ they scolded .

[breannesamaya]

Breanne had her hands full with a particularly large order. As much as she paid attention to her surroundings as to not trip or run into anyone, she was also very focused on getting the food to her table. As well as avoiding any tomfoolery occuring in the diner. Soon she was being told off for being in the way. "I'll be out of your way in a moment." The carrying tray full of food was placed down at the customer's table but Bre made no hurry to move any faster than normal. She didn't want her patrons to feel rushed because of whatever else was going on at Crashdown.

[breannesamaya]

enderbaptista​:

ender’s lids fluttered into a roll . there were two types of people in the world — the sheep and the wolves — and she knew , firmly , which side of the fence she was situated . “ i don’t envy you . “ was her response after a while , “ but you know you need to take breaks . you can always talk to whoever’s managing the shift and see whether you can shove yourself in one of the back booths , keep your head down and get some work done , “ she had done the same when she worked at the crashdown during her degree ; it had only meant to be a temporary stop , a momentary job to help tide herself over . now look where she had ended up . “ so are you expecting me to just sit here while you scribble away ?? “

"It's called body doubling, stop judging me." Breanne replied. "No but for real though it helps me do things sometimes. I just need someone to sit there with me." She could multitask. Keep her mind on school work while conversing with Ender, if she was up to doing that. "I've also brought homework to Crashdown before, usually on night shifts when it's dead. It's kind of become my second comfort space."