#cedarpoint.starter

Shifts had been getting harder; not only was the staff and the customer base dwindling day by day, Pip just felt more and more uncomfortable as this new change continued to parade around her life. And here she was: cleaning up tables where every dish seemed to elicit nausea. "If you're coming here to complain about your order," she began as she noticed the other begin to approach her, eyes never leaving the table she was wiping up. "I'm warning you: I could not give less of a fuck. I'm down two line cooks, so you're lucky your food is even edible. Other than that, how can I help you?"

Eli had just gone on break, he stepped out the back of the restaurant, despite not knowing shit about cooking he still loved being able to be at the restaurant and getting involved. It helped him understand where the money was needed and what was going on when he could see it in action. Vape in his hand he looked up, a soft grin on his face. “If you’re gonna stare so hard I might have to give you my picture.” He chuckled, taking a long drag off his vape. “Or are you just after a free meal, because I’m starting to think I might be the main course.”

LOCATION: Coffee Corner Cafe

Tessa enters her favorite place on earth. The thing to save her day and awaken her only feet away. But before she can take another step closer to the corner to order her ice latte, the figure of the person standing at the register immediately rings as familiar. Her intuition only becoming more on point when she catches the slightest glimpse of the side of his face. Shit. Turning, her eyes fall upon the empty booth across from someone who was simply minding their business. Sliding in across from them, she smiles wide, "Hi, please pretend that you're happy to see me." She pleads, "I'll owe you. Whatever you want." She glances over her shoulder back at the register, but the second it'd look like their eyes would catch, she whips her head back towards the person across from her, "How's your day? You look good."