86 Agate || Agate & Dylas
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“Welcome!” Dylas threw a shout toward the entrance of the restaurant as he heard the familiar door bell ring. It was slammed pack for a weekday afternoon. Although the lunch rush should’ve been gone by the time, people continued to pour into the restaurant. Perhaps it was the nice spring weather that was growing warmer by the day that caused the masses to fill up the small restaurant. Whatever it was, Dylas was continuously trying to keep out of the weeds.
He groaned when there was another ticket mess-up -- the cook staff were not having the best day. The half-beast sneered at them to correct it, hanging it on the line once again while mutters and ‘yeah, yeah’s followed him. He sighed, thoughts of jumping behind the line and fixing the orders himself clouding his mind before they were quickly fanned away by another server. She mentioned she just sat someone in his section, and he grumbled a half-hearted ‘thanks’ before making his way over.
Dylas grabbed up a menu before walking over to the table that had been sat, his subconscious nagging at him with intrusive thoughts. He laid out the menu on the table before picking out a pen and his notepad from his collared shirt pocket, readying the pen above the paper before speaking. “Hello, and welcome to Oakwood. What can I get started for yo--” His speech came to a quick halt when he took another glance at the customer in front of him. Her short brunette hair floated around her shoulders and her caramel eyes bore into his own. He felt the heat rise to his cheeks before he could stop it.
“W-- What are you doing here, Agate?”
