Thread: Tom's Diner (manofyourdream & GracieParker)

Patricia Jones had turned 21 only two months ago. After High School she had taken off almost a year to travel around a bit, before finally starting college. She was majoring in Mass Communication Media Studies, mostly because the media and their affects on the world had been something she was interested since she was a young girl. Yet lately her focus had not been on her studies. These days her mind was occupied with the constant struggle of paying her rent, buying food and how to afford those expensive books she need for college. Not to mention the costs of actually going to college in the first place. With only little support form her parents Patricia, or Trish as her friends called her, had tried out several low paid jobs, before she got stuck with her current position of income. She was a waitress in Tom's Diner , out in the middle of nowhere it was pretty much a shithole. One of those remnants of the diner boom in the 50ies and 60ies. Still, she was able to work a lot of hours and therefore make more money than she would have usually earned with a waitress job. Tom however had died ages ago and now the diner belonged to Craig, a sleazy 47year old fat guy who mostly sat on his lazy ass all day, barking out orders as to how his employees were supposed to do their job. Trish thought he was a gigantic asshole, but he kept his greedy podgy fingers off the tips his waitresses earned so she had that going for herself. She was his best waitress, which was mostly due to the fact that Trish was also the prettiest. Her golden hair seemed to glimmer in the sunlight and her fair soft skin looked almost like it had been painted. Even the common diner waitress uniform she had to wear, could not distort the fact that Trish was a beautiful young woman. The blonde thin girl studied the clock on the wall intensely with all the patience she could muster up, which was not much to begin with. 1042 PM, only 18 minutes left and she could finally go home. Craig had left roughly two hours ago, like most days he went home early and left it to his waitresses to close up the diner. Lazy bastard!, Trish mumbled while thinking of her boss. One of the few perks of the location of the diner, was that at this time of the day, no one would come in. Being placed close to a highway with pretty much nothing around for miles, there were not that much customers in the first place, much less so when it was almost time to close up. She would have loved to already go home, but sometimes Craig would call in shortly before 11PM in order to question them about how much money the diner had earned that particularly day. With only 15 minutes to go, Patricia started to wipe off the tables in the whole diner. The sooner she would finish cleaning them and putting all the chairs up, she sooner she would get home. Bending over the table in order to reach each inch of it, she focused solely on the task in front of her bright blue eyes. While still in her rhythm of wiping the tables, she recognised the sound of the door. A little confused she turned around, only to get sight of a tall bald man with rugged facial features. His frame appeared to be well toned, at least as far as the blonde girl could tell with her first impression. As she had never seen him before the only logical explanation was that he was a customer. Trish breathed in deeply and obviously unenthusiastically, an annoyed facial expression crossed her face for an instant. You got to be kidding me., she whispered mostly to herself and glanced at the clock again. 1048PM, this had to be a joke. Good evening Sir, can I help you?, she forced herself to fake a smile and greet the man who just came through the door.