[Destiny recognized all of the words and most of the terms that Nick was plating before her. The rules seemed simple, and she nodded along with eyes just a bit wide because she knew that simple or not, she was going to forget half of what he just told her. This had less to do with the half-smoked joint in the cab of her truck, and a whole lot more to do with opening the door to a brave new world. Destiny didn't know anything about clocking in or punching, so she was glad that it didn't seem like she was going to have to learn any new equipment. She didn't know much about cash registers, but she figured that Nick would want to handle the money anyway back in his office or something.
Periodically throughout Nick's explanation of the diner's mechanics, Destiny glanced back in the direction of the kitchen window, obviously a little more than a lot spooked by the prospect of a grumpy cook. When Nick was finished, Destiny looked at him with some determination and nodded at the idea of a test run.] Sure, I got it.
[She abandoned her cherry coke, sliding out of her seat to skirt past Nick's chair and around the corner of the counter. Destiny found an apron, one of the little serving notepads, and a pen. After each item, she kept looking back to Nick, thinking he would tell her to forget it or come back tomorrow, or even change his mind entirely. But he didn't, and she secured her apron strings.]
Thanks. [The appreciation was real, even if he was just giving her a chance.]