Pie. Pie sounded so good right now. Liz had gotten a -- surprise, surprise -- waitressing job here in Colligo, but she wasn't exactly fond of the food they served there. If this was back home in Roswell, she wouldn't dare work for a place that served food she wouldn't eat, but as it were here, where she knew no one in a situation she was still trying to discern for herself, it was a good idea to start gathering funds. The $100 she'd been given upon arrival could only get her so far for so long. So, a job it was and after a long day on her feet carrying trays on hot plates and cleaning off tables, a pie was needed.
Something warm and sugary and good to help take her mind off this place and stop her from wondering about if Alex had told anyone Max's secret. She liked to think he would keep his word, but lately, she couldn't tell with people. Nothing had been the same since she'd been shot and healed.
Untucking her hands from her pockets to open the door, Liz stepped inside, looking around for the owner or a worker. Whoever ran this place.