Welcoming Committee || Olive and Billie
While she might have preferred slipping into the establishment under the radar, the cheery little bell perched above the door seemed to have missed the memo and jingled pleasantly at Billie's entrance into the Pie Hole. For a split second, she considered leaping into one of the nearby booths and under the table, though the action itself would probably attract more attention than simply standing there alone.
Quietly, the photographer slipped into the booth beside her, scanning for any pair of watchful eyes, mindful of her movement. She had come with a purpose, certainly, but for someone used to blending in with the scenery, adopting anything else simply wouldn't do. A crane of her neck toward the kitchen showed no sign of any male inhabitant, though Billie wasn't entirely certain she'd know the man if she saw him at all.
As the waitress began to pass her by, she took a considerable amount of effort to speak, and for a moment, thought that she would only succeed in squawking at the petite blonde. "Excuse me..." She managed, "Is the owner here this afternoon?"