we only have one planet Who: Russel and Sarah Where: Sarah's Place When: Lunch time
Sarah had needed to get out of the house. She loved her dad, she really did, but she couldn't stand him when he was like this. The last time he'd been this bad had been when mom had taken off. "I don't blame him," Sarah muttered as she tucked her hands into her pockets against the chill. The first time he'd tried dating since he'd gotten left and she ended up leaving too? Keelin might've had a perfectly valid excuse - for everyone else. Sarah wouldn't ever believe that she was leaving just because of her father back in Australia. This soon after the spell had worn off? This soon after she'd left her dad convinced that he'd messed it all up again when he hadn't even known better? Nope, Reggie could tell her that was the truth until he turned blue in the face and Sarah was just going to cross her arms over her chest and tell him that he was blind if he thought that was true.
But she was trying not to think about that today. Today she'd gotten out of the apartment and she was going to go enjoy some food that was terrible for her at one of her favorite places and the one she'd have gotten a job with if she wasn't thinking of interning with her aunt Crystal. Her only real problem with Sarah's Place was that it had taken her a solid six months to convince the owner that a recycling bin was a good thing and she still wasn't sure that the employees even used it when they were cleaning up. "Hi Lisa," she chirped when she pushed the glass door open, shivering a little as the warm air tried to banish the chill that outside had left her with. "I'll take some chili cheese fries." She'd have gotten a cheeseburger too, but if she ate both she'd never be hungry for dinner and if she wasn't hungry she wouldn't want to cook Bess dinner. Bess hadn't done anything wrong and still needed to be fed.
As she settled down to wait, Sarah let her eyes rove over the other customers. There were more than normal since it was a Sunday and she recognized a few. Over there was the old man who always asked if she had a boyfriend yet while he had his coffee, he was kinda funny and not too creepy and that was... oh she knew him. That was Russel Normandin and if he didn't think that the sun shone out of his ass then Sarah wasn't a redhead. Still, he was good-looking and she could enjoy staring while he and his friends got up to leave. Or she could've if he hadn't gone and thrown not just one, but three, plastic bottles into the garbage. Pretty or not, that wasn't cool. "Hey!" Sarah slid out of her booth and walked over, picking one of the bottles out. When Russel and his cohorts didn't respond, busy laughing about something, Sarah lobbed the bottle at the back of his head. "You put that in the wrong place, rockstar."