Holding Me Back [Open]

[River]

Watching from the tinted window of her mercedes, Emily saw a few people enter and leave the diner. Men with much younger women, obviously not their wives. Children skipping alongside their wealthy parents, retelling the events of their day. Emily grimaced and slowly stepped out in to the bright sunlight. Pulling her large black sunglasses down to sit on the tip of her nose, Emily flicked her golden locks out of her face and slammed the car door shut. Her arm was bent awkwardly, hanging off it was a simple black leather handbag, carrying her assortment of makeup. Today she had decided to wear her shortest skirt, just to piss off her boss. She pulled her jacket off her shoulders and draped it across her arm.

Finally deciding she was ready to go, she began walking toward the large doors of the diner. Pulling the door open with a slack wrist, she cussed as her manicured nail bent back. Holding the door open with her hip, Emily examined the nail before stepping in to the diner. A few people pushed past her, complaining about blocking the door, but she payed no notice. Stepping in to the staff area, she hung her bag over a hook and changed quickly in to her uniform before that perverted guy that worked at the bar could walk in on her.

"Hey." Emily murmered another waitress who just sort of looked at her through blank eyes. "Whatever..." She muttered, smiling in to the mirror as she stepped in to the busy area full of tables. She took her time walking toward a near empty table, eyeing her customer with critical brown eyes. "Can I help you?" Came her bored question as she pulled a pad and pen out of her pocket.

[Neruka]

It's been a long day at work, and Willard was off traveling between in small pizza shop, to the Dock to pick up supplies. Willard was quite hungry and still had the long trip home, so he decided to stop in the local diner for a bite to eat. As He sat at a nearby table he looked around, the diner was always so busy, he wished one day that his, Small tiny Pizza parlor would grow to be a huse success.

No He didn't want it to be big for the Money, but for his Father and Mother, They Raises Willard and Miranda wonderfully, between their work there and their home life, things weren't perfect. Things went terribly wrong once they died, WIllard stepped up to run the Family business, with one dream, to accomplished what his father tried his whole life,

A waitress came up and asked him for his order, he looked up at Emily. "Oh yes, I'd like the Spaghetti, and A Sprite." He said calmly, with a small grin.