Post by Jedda Call on Jan 22, 2009 4:13:13 GMT 1
Jedda followed the waitress quietly to an empty table. She had come into Seattle for the day in hopes of finding some new reading material. La Push and Forks were great, as far as the small-town girl was concerned, but there were some things that were impossible to find within their city limits. So, Saturday morning found the shifter off to the “big city.”
She had always found it awkward coming into a restaurant alone, and the small cafe she had selected for lunch today was no exception. Smiling gratefully at the waitress as she set her bags down beside the offered table, Jedda settled herself into one of the birch chairs at the small table. She took the offered menu, frowning slightly as the server turned and all but stomped away. What did I do to offend her, I wonder? she mused. Maybe I should have just stuck with McDonald's... She wrinkled her nose at the thought. No, this was much better. Waitress with an attitude problem or no, this was definitely better than any fast food joint.
Shaking her head, she turned her attention to the menu in her hands. It didn't take long to find a suitable lunch. Unfortunately, the wait for the waitress to return and take her order took quite a bit of time. Jedda was about to give up and go elsewhere when the girl returned, took her order, and snatched the menu from the shifter's hands before storming away again. She stared dumbfounded after the girl for a long moment before leaning over to grab one of the bags setting near her feet. A brief search found what she was looking for, and she set the magazine on the table in front of her before replacing bag on the floor.
Propping her chin in one hand, Jedda flipped open the latest issue of Pointe, scanning the table to contents for anything particularly interesting. Seeing nothing, she moved on to the first article. She had just barely started reading when the waitress returned, verily slamming a plate containing a turkey sandwich on the table, quickly followed by a steaming bowl of soup. The soup sloshed over the edge of its bowl, splattering across the table. An angry glance and the bent-out-of-shape employee was off once again, leaving Jedda to her meal.
I wonder what her problem is? Jedda thought as she blew on a spoonful of soup in an attempt to cool it. Shrugging, she turned back to her magazine, intent on enjoying her meal.
She had always found it awkward coming into a restaurant alone, and the small cafe she had selected for lunch today was no exception. Smiling gratefully at the waitress as she set her bags down beside the offered table, Jedda settled herself into one of the birch chairs at the small table. She took the offered menu, frowning slightly as the server turned and all but stomped away. What did I do to offend her, I wonder? she mused. Maybe I should have just stuck with McDonald's... She wrinkled her nose at the thought. No, this was much better. Waitress with an attitude problem or no, this was definitely better than any fast food joint.
Shaking her head, she turned her attention to the menu in her hands. It didn't take long to find a suitable lunch. Unfortunately, the wait for the waitress to return and take her order took quite a bit of time. Jedda was about to give up and go elsewhere when the girl returned, took her order, and snatched the menu from the shifter's hands before storming away again. She stared dumbfounded after the girl for a long moment before leaning over to grab one of the bags setting near her feet. A brief search found what she was looking for, and she set the magazine on the table in front of her before replacing bag on the floor.
Propping her chin in one hand, Jedda flipped open the latest issue of Pointe, scanning the table to contents for anything particularly interesting. Seeing nothing, she moved on to the first article. She had just barely started reading when the waitress returned, verily slamming a plate containing a turkey sandwich on the table, quickly followed by a steaming bowl of soup. The soup sloshed over the edge of its bowl, splattering across the table. An angry glance and the bent-out-of-shape employee was off once again, leaving Jedda to her meal.
I wonder what her problem is? Jedda thought as she blew on a spoonful of soup in an attempt to cool it. Shrugging, she turned back to her magazine, intent on enjoying her meal.
