Ā Ā Ā Ā DEEP BREATH IS TAKEN INTO LUNGS ,Ā PEN DRAWN OUT OF APRON , && PAD IN HAND.Ā Ā feet move their way toward the awaiting tableĀ in her section ,Ā free hand momentarily rising upward to brush a loose strand of straightened blonde locks behind earāhand takes its automatic position at the ready to write down the womanās order.Ā Ā eyes glance her over once before speaking ,Ā brows furrow momentarily as pam notices she isnāt any LOCAL sheād seenĀ āround here before !Ā Ā much be new or from out of town ,Ā lord knows bon temps donāt get many willing visitors.Ā Ā (Ā Ā then why are you here , pam?Ā oh! you know why--to escape , to hide from your previous life.Ā )Ā Ā ;Ā Ā ā evening , sweetheart.Ā ā introduces pam in the sweetest tone she can , light grin spreads across peachy toned petals.Ā Ā Ā ā what can i get cha , tonight?Ā ābelieve there might be a special of some kind goinā on in the kitchen.Ā ā Ā Ā head nods toward the back , the never ending hussle && bussle of the kitchen , as well as the constant yellinā back && forth , never ceased to give the blonde a headache.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā personally i recommend a ole fashion hamburger , canāt go wrong there.Ā ā Ā Ā dimples pressed deep into smooth , porcelain skin where a hint of blush brightens skin.Ā Ā / @withalispĀ Ā liked for a starter !