Post by Christian Shade on Sept 6, 2015 10:38:27 GMT -6
Christian opened the door to Twinkle's Diner and heard the familiar tinkling of the bell that sounded his entrance. Normally he preferred to cook for himself, but he tried to patronize the place a few times a week, not that his somewhat friend, Abby, needed his business. She seemed to be doing quite well, but it wasn't good for him to stay shut up in his shop and in his apartment all the time. He'd just been for a run on the outskirts of town and now his stomach was growling something fierce, it was time to eat.
He grabbed a table off in a corner, leaning his sweaty t-shirted covered back against the chair. He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing the different smells of the food in the diner deep into his lungs before opening his eyes to find one of the girls that Abby had helping out in front of him, "Oh hello!" He said, slightly startled.
"Mornin' love! What will you be having?" She asked, her accent was lilting, but Christian couldn't place it.
"Umm...How about a tall glass of orange juice? I'm not sure what I want to eat yet. It's past breakfast, but not lunch. Any brunch suggestions?" He asked with a chuckle, grabbing a menu from the holder on the table.
"Mizz Abby hasn't put up the specials for the day yet an I'm no breakfast eater. I normally eat soup or a sandwich." The young girl shrugged her shoulders, pouting.
He chuckled again, "Alright, check back with me in a little bit, juice will be fine for now. Thank you." He gave her a smile and she blushed as she backed away. Moments later she appeared with his juice and a smile. She quickly dashed away as she was called to the kitchen, leaving Christian alone at his table. He sipped the juice, perusing the menu for something to tickle his taste buds. From time to time he'd look up to see who was entering or leaving the cafe, sometimes he liked to watch the people.
