Who: Cadeyrn Ryan and Olivia Krylenko When: 5/21, afternoon Where: Restaurant Rating: None Yet Warnings: None Yet
Cadeyrn had never thought he'd be back here again. When he'd left Lakewood Shores four years ago, it was meant to be for good, but life, or impending death rather, had reeled him back in. For all that he had done to him as a child, it would have served his father right had he told the man to rot, but that went against everything he believed in, everything he stood for. He had an obligation to the world to pay forward the love that he had been shown over the last four years and it didn't matter in the least whether or not he felt as though his father deserved that love. That wasn't his decision to make. The universe had spoken, and he was here to answer.
But perhaps things wouldn't be too bad. After all, he had only been here for a couple of days and he'd already found a job. Granted, it was only as a barista at the local coffee shop, but it would put a few dollars in his pocket every now and then and give him something else to focus his energy on and alternative place to be aside from sitting in his father's home watching him wilt away. And that was precisely why he was here right now instead of there. He had stopped by the coffee shop to fill out the last of the paperwork so he could start his training on Thursday, and now he was simply wandering the streets, re-familiarizing himself with the place though it seemed as though nothing much had changed.
Cadeyrn hadn't walked very far before he caught a whiff of something on the air that made him come to yet another realization. It had probably been a good two days or more since the last time he had eaten. He was used to going without, though, so it wasn't something he actively thought about unless he was confronted by it. And confronted he was, the source of the smell the restaurant that was right next door to the coffee shop. Motivated by his stomach and knowing that there was no real food at home, mostly because his dad couldn't hold down anything other than Ensure at this point, he decided it was worth a shot to stop by and see what, if anything, he could work out. As usual, he was fairly cash poor, but he had learned that a lot of places would, if you asked the right person and in the right way, let you earn a meal rather than buy it.
"Yeah, just one," he answered the hostess who then showed him to a table nearby the window. He always appreciated a table with a view. Even Cadeyrn could admit that Lakewood Shores was a beautiful town even if it didn't have much else going for it.