the sounds of glassware and idle chatter had been the soundtrack of her past few weeks in woodshore. with a glowing resume and a bright smile, the owner of the rail yard tap could hardly refuse her. she’d been trained well in new york, able to deal with almost every type of customer. nothing could surprise her anymore, not the sickly sweet old ladies or the snakes in the grass looking for free drinks.
lila was on bar duty today, running food to tables when needed. she slid a pen into the roughly twisted bun on her head, the order pad was just going to be a hiderence at this point. “ hi, welcome to the rail yard tap, ” she was busy restocking napkins as she spoke. multitasking. julliard had taught her well. “ what can i started for y ––, ” and then she looks up. for a flicker of a moment, she’s standing in front of the courthouse in los angeles. it seems like a lifetime ago. it was. “ spencer ? ” // @eideticos
