Demi and Violet with a cameo from Ryan - 6:00PM
Yesterday’s freenet conversation was the reason Demi found herself seeking out the food truck. In truth since the changes in the city had begun Demi felt a bit like a unmoored ship, unsure of what to do with her time or even what she should pursue. Eventually she knew she wanted to get back to what she knew, what she was good at, which was dance. But until the city got back up on it’s feet and required things like dance studios, managing the Bar was her job. One she didn’t know a single thing about, which had been made even more apparent from her conversation with “burgerking” and “burgerqueen” the day before.
Demi was out of her depth, so far out of it she was willing to approach strangers to set up shop outside of the Bar at night and provide food, just so she didn’t have to navigate the minefield that would no doubt come with serving drinks and food. Alcohol she knew and finding a bartender or two wouldn’t be too hard, but chefs were another story.
After a quick message to Isaac letting him know where she was going, Demi made the trip from the Capitol district over to the LBJ district and found the food truck easily enough. By the time she had made it there it was after the dinner rush and appeared as if they were packing up for the day.
“Excuse me?” Demi stepped up to the window and called into the truck. “We spoke yesterday on the freenet and I just wanted to come by and put faces to names.” She continued, figuring there wasn’t much of a point to beat around the bush here.
Violet glanced over her shoulder when she heard a voice outside, and was about to say they were closed but then it was quickly obvious the person wasn't there for food. She set down the towel she'd been wiping things down with and moved over to the open door of the truck, stepping down and outside to be able to talk easier than peering down from the window. Ryan, who'd been cleaning the grill, turned as she left and stepped forward to where she'd been only a moment ago, peering down at the newcomer through the window.
“Hi,” she said, wiping her hands on her apron. “Sorry, I talked to a lot of people yesterday. I'm Violet, and you are?”
Sparing only a glance towards the guy standing in the window watching them, Demi focused her attention on the woman standing in front of her. “Demi,” she supplied with a smile. “And I’m sorry, of course you spoke with a lot of people yesterday. I’m the one with the bar,” she paused while looking between the two owners of the food truck again. “So before I bombard you with questions about the seriousness of what your friend over there said yesterday about food trucks parking outside of bars, can I ask you why you picked Austin?” It wasn’t like the city was exactly inviting, though real estate was probably cheap here.
“Oh yes, with the bar,” Violet repeated, the details clicking into place in her mind. She offered Demi a smile. “Sorry, yes.” It was starting to become a common question, of why they'd come to Austin of all places. That, plus the state of the restaurant they'd purchased, was enough to make her second guess the move. But they were already there, so it was too late to turn back. “Oh, well. We were wanting a change of scenery and, honestly, Austin had a lot to offer in terms of something we could afford.”