InsaneJournal

Who: Alma and Open.
Where: The Diner she works in, Park City Utah.
When: Last night. Any time after, say 9 P.M.
Warnings: None.

She'd been there a couple of hours. There wasn't a whole lot to what would now be her second job. She got people coffee mostly, refilled coffee and brought and took away the occasional plate. It was dull, slow and dull all over again but it was feeding her and Drew and keeping them in the apartment. So she wasn't going to complain. She took it with stride. Sighing as she saw someone sit out of the corner of her eye she finished totaling a bill and set it in front of it's client, walked over without looking up, dating a new bill.

"Hi, can I getcha somethin'?"