Who: Dustin, Ji Shi Where: Antonio's (Italian Restaurant where Dustin works) When: Evening What: Meeting, chatting, TBA Rating: TBA, likely tame.
Dustin had a half hour between shifts. Technically, he should be using it to grab something to eat. But he'd gotten into an argument with one of the assistant chefs earlier, so he was pretty sure if he ate anything tonight, it would get spat in. And he couldn't afford to run a block over to find something else. So he'd settled for a bag of chips he had in his bag, and a soda and gone to sit on the curb behind the restaurant, where it was cooler than inside and quieter.
Or it would have been quieter, if Mike - who had just switched to the earlier shift from closing, and apparently NEVER SHUT UP - hadn't come outside too. He was in the middle of telling Dustin all about his girlfriend, who had been a bitch about something Dustin wasn't clear on and really didn't care about when finally someone stuck their head out to call Mike back to his tables, leaving Dustin in blessed, non-babbling silence.
He finished the last of his chips and tossed the empty bag into the box beside the door that no one had hauled to the dumpster yet, and leaned back against the rough brick of the building, idly scratching at the fading bruise on his jaw and taking a swig of the drink, half-shutting his eyes. He'd been out late the last few nights and sleep sounded like heaven, at the moment. He probably wouldn't have time for a real rest until the next day though, so for the moment he took the opportunity to just try to relax until someone made him come back in to work.
God he hoped that family with the screaming baby was gone by that time.