lovesthelight (lovesthelight) wrote in bizarre_city, @ 2012-12-05 19:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | andrew moreau, rae coleson |
Where: A diner not far from the hospital
When: evening/night
The diner wasn’t closed but it from the lack of customers one couldn’t tell it. Some nights were like this. They had a thriving business but every once in a while, a night would be inexplicably dead. Rae pushed a broom back and forth over the floor, making use of the time. That’s what she got paid for afterall. She’d already wiped down the tables. Nearer the front door, a display counter of baked goods gleamed. Most of the staff had been sent home until there was only a skeleton crew left for any late night stragglers who happened by.
Technically, she could have stuck someone else with the job of hanging around, but that seemed unfair. The hourly wage was ok as far as it went, but no customers meant no chance for tips. Busy nights would leave her frazzled, but her wallet always appreciated it. It was hard to stay enthusiastic on the quiet nights, but it did give her time to herself that she appreciated. Rae set the broom back behind the counter and checked the coffee pot. Even if no people stopped by, the short-order chef needed his caffeine. The last thing she wanted was a cranky cook.
Her reflection shone back on the chrome trim at the counter. Hair pulled back into a high ponytail that moved when she did. Black jeans, black apron, and a diner t-shirt. Standard fare. She filled a mug with hot water, starting to make herself a cup of tea as she kept an ear out for the door, just in case.