Throw it away, forget yesterday Who: Isaiah Williamson and Winifred Sloan Where: The Owl's Nest When: Early afternoon
Technically speaking, Isaiah was supposed to be off from work today. Although it didn't matter much when your father called you, woke you up and told you to be at work in an hour. The restaurant wasn't that busy, but one of the line cooks had called out and they could use the help. Josiah didn't call him in on his day off that often, but both of them knew he wouldn't turn it away. His job meant too much to him, and let's face it - he didn't have any other plans for the day. Maybe to go up for a fly later, if it ever stopped spitting rain, that was. The falcon in him didn't mind it, but he couldn't lie and say that he didn't prefer sunny days and clear nights.
Specials list in hand, Isaiah was heading up to the front of the restaurant to pass them over to the hostess waiting at the little stand. "Hot off the press," he said, passing them over so the girl could insert them into all the menus. While their standard menu stayed the same, the specials varied from day to day depending on what came in that morning. Isaiah already knew he'd be making himself one of the swordfish specials to take home with him, whenever that ended up being. He'd stay as long as his dad needed him, because it kept him from thinking about everything else going on in his life - and what wasn't going on, either.
And, you know, working was safer for his liver than going out and drinking with Graham. At least whatever bullshit Viuly had gotten into a few days back still had the restaurant buzzing, keeping some of the focus off his failed love life. Seriously, punching a guy while on her break? Isaiah ought to send her a text to thank her. He could use a day or two without the gossip mill of the Nest, kaythanksbye. Before he turned to go back to the kitchen, he caught the eye of a redhead who'd just came in and shot her a smile.