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jordan delany.
jordan had found himself in the diner for the second time today. he had come in this morning, his need for coffee too much to walk another few blocks to the coffee house. now, after a long day, he was back, knowing he was overdue a trip to the store and had no real food in his apartment. they had had a late client lunch, so the lawyer was not particularly hungry, but he knew if he didn’t eat, he would be in a few hours. no-one should go to bed on an empty stomach. as he ordered, for the second time, he clocked the voice of the waitress. “strawberries on my pancakes, please. some syrup too, if it’s not too much trouble,” he repeated, his tone soft and patient. “weren’t you on this morning? you served me my coffee. that’s a bloody long shift. they give you a break?” he questioned. perhaps not his place to ask such things, but with the delirium that apparently had begun setting in the waitress, he felt it only right to push his place. he smiled a little at her admitting where her attention was really at. “tell me. what is the picture of?” he asked gently.
“no trouble at all, i promise,” ava assures him quickly, scribbling down the order with a note for extra strawberries as her way of a quiet apology for being so scatter brained at the moment. it’s not until he actually mentions that she served him this morning that she remembers all in a rush just how long she’s been here; not to say he wasn’t interesting enough to be remembered, but she barely remembers her own name in the state she’s currently in. “i, uh, yeah, i was here this morning. i was meant to be off earlier but someone called out sick and i hated the idea of them being understaffed, you know?” she rambles slightly, nervousness burning at her lips. “i got a lunch...a while ago, but we’ve been busy so not much time for any other breaks, but don’t worry, i’m okay! i promise! i’m just a little dumb sometimes to start with.” it’s easy to self-depreciate, especially when it takes the blame off someone else. “it’s uh, a big pile of strawberries and blueberries and fruits, you know? like a fruit salad, but strawberries are my favorite so i focus on them.”
aston wolf.
aston was spending some much needed time with his children. and a trip to the diner for their favourite meals seemed the best way to keep them at ease. jacob was colouring in his book and mia had climbed into aston’s lap. but they were calm and that was all that aston cared for right then. aston pushed some of mia’s hair from her face and looked up, a small smile playing on his lips. “strawberries on the pancakes, please. she’s nuts for them. are you okay? you seem pretty out of it. maybe you need to take a break.”
ava loves kids, adores everything about them - even the messy bits. of course, she’s far too young - and perpetually single - for any of her own, but she’s more than happy to dote on kids that find their way into her little slice of heaven at the diner. that is easier to do, however, when her brain hasn’t melted into a puddle from overwork. “i’ll make sure there are a few extra then,” ava promises, a conspiratory smile on her face. “oh, uh, yeah...i’m just tired. my next break is...” there’s a long pause and she glances around for a clock, failing to spot one. “what time is it?”
millie byrne.
with ginger hands, millie folds a piece of paper napkin — pleats and rotates and repeats, over and over again, until a neat little square sits perched upon the menu in front of her. she is a creature of habit, doesn’t have to peruse the options much to know exactly what she wants, ( a bacon cheeseburger with extra pickles, please — cherry pie for dessert, and, yes, why not, a vanilla shake to boot ) and so it’s been set aside all this time, as ava has twittered on. ever the patient lamb, otherwise lacking the resolve required for anything even vaguely resembling confrontation, she has ( perhaps ) enabled this exchange to go on far longer than necessary. had been happy to recite her order a second time, but now her tummy is starting to protest. and she is just somewhat — meaning: overly — concerned for her favorite waitress besides.
“ neither, i’m afraid, ” she answers with a soft laugh; kind, never chiding. reaches out toward the girl in a careful gesture, trying to catch her attention. “ no need for apologies, truly, but — ava, my dear, are you alright? ” millie turns her head a bit to catch a glimpse of said picture, quirking one finely manicured eyebrow in response. “ long day? anything on your mind? ”
ava lets out a weak laugh when millie confirms that both of her suspicions are completely and entirely off. at least, she figures, it’s better that she screws up with someone she knows is kind enough to be immediately forgiving, rather than someone with a temper. truth be told, she’s had enough of tempers for all her life, but she knows herself well enough to know that she doesn’t know how to breath air like she can breath the smoke of a fire set of her bones. maybe that’s why she’s a waitress in a town full of criminals; maybe that’s why she still owns a childhood home she won’t return to.
“oh, sorry,” she says quick, though guilt settles onto her face as soon as millie insists she shouldn’t apologize. “sorry...uh, for apologizing.” a small laugh escapes her at the absurdity of the redundant statement but she stands by it regardless. “just a long day, i promise i’m alright. someone called out sick so i’m covering their shift...so i’m working open to close.”
matteo pillay.
Its a rare occurrence, him going out for lunch, but for once Matteo finds himself tired of staring at the papers on his desk. He’s been ‘accidentally’ placed on des duty for the past four days and the complete lack of progress and action in shuffling papers is beginning to get to him. When you are so used to being in the action, out on the street to interact with actual people, staring at pages and pages of police reports is the most boring thing there is. Looking up from the menu now he smiles a little at the redhead trying to take his order. She appears to be a little worse for wear, as if she’s been at work for too long and had long stressful hours, as opposed to him who is pent up with energy and feeling restless. Part of him envy her. How well she ought to sleep tonight. “Strawberries on my pancakes would be great. Why don’t you let me buy you a coke or a milkshake, you look like you could use a break and some sugar.” He says, thinking he might be able to help just one person today.
part of ava knows she works too hard, knows that she needs to learn how to say no and let herself rest, but most of her isn’t willing to let go of her need to please long enough to heal. so she works doubles all the time, comes in early and goes home late and spends hours scrubbing out the stove and cleaning the gum off the underside of the tables because someone’s back hurt and they couldn’t do it. it’s who she is as a person, a flaw that she holds tight like an anchor no matter how it stings. “oh, great, guess i’m not totally crazy,” ava says with a small laugh before her eyebrows shoot up, a small, nervous smile finding its way onto her face. “oh, you, um, you really don’t have to do that. i’ll be okay, i promise. i only have a couple hours left and i wouldn’t want you to, um, to waste your money on me.”
ben levi.
It was rare for Ben to be awake at the time the Comfort Diner was still serving their breakfast menu, but he didn’t get much sleep the night before and he wanted to know if the pancakes still tasted the same as they used to. So, he sat down and ordered some, and began to scroll through his phone to see if anyone had messaged him. Shortly after he did, though, the same waitress came over empty handed, and Ben was momentarily confused before she explained the situation. “Pancakes with maple syrup,” he replied, a small grin growing on his face, “So, close enough.”
ava feels completely empty-headed for forgetting the order, especially after how long she’s been waitressing, but there’s nothing she can really do about it now except actually remembering to write it down - and hope that it doesn’t affect her tip. unlike a lot of people in this town, all she has for income is her plain, boring job and if her tips fall short, well, so does her rent. “right, of course - duh,” she says, lightly smacking her head. “not sure how i spaced that. are you sure you don’t want strawberries? they’re really tasty!”
lorenzo de luca.
lorenzo isn’t one to visit when his usual waitress isn’t working but the fridge is bare at home and there are some cravings which cannot wait. but he’s beginning to regret his decision as the redhead seems unable to take his order; his exterior showing nothing but patience with a slight tension in his face. “ roast beef sandwich ––– extra fries. do you want me to write it down for you? ”
guilt is an emotion that ava feels easily, even if it’s clear that the other person isn’t bothered. “oh, sorry - so sorry. it’s um, just been a long day, you know? i think i dropped my brain somewhere in the deep fryer.” she mumbles as she quickly scribbles down the order; at least remembering to write it down is an improvement on what she was doing a minute or so ago. “did you want a plain roast beef sandwich or did you wanna try our new french dip? it’s really good and only about a dollar more.”
alejandra.
she’s out of it , really - alejandra looked like utter shit , she’s not in the mood ( for anything really ) , it only explained why she’d been avoiding everyone - ink upon her forearm only serving as a reminder of what she’s lost. anton , miguel ángel - at this point she only felt like she had herself , - gaze shifts , she hadn’t been paying much attention herself - can barely remember the random order she’d put moments ago - “ just . . . a strawberry milkshake , the pancakes too - ”
ava doesn’t judge - that’s sort of the whole point of her mentality. if someone looks tired or like they’ve been through a lot, well, she also doesn’t have a lot of room to criticize. all she does is make a note that maybe they need a little more kindness - a little extra whipped cream and some extra strawberries on top. “oh, that makes sense. sorry about that,” she says with a small laugh, scribbling down the order in her book. “we also have blueberries and blackberries for the pancakes, if you like a lot of fruit?”
i’m so busy all the time ya’ll but i’m sneaking on before i head off to work so hopefully i can get a good chunk of these replies done but if i don’t get to urs, don’t feel bad i should be able to maybe get on again tonight?? or tomorrow morning?? i also might start drafting replies on mobile and then just format + post them when i get a chance
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