Considering doing this AU theme. Here is one i tested out. Not sure yet if it will continue.

Any-who, here is Willa working in a 24 hour diner.

Enjoy!

Stating the night as dim and foggy is a bit cliché, but Isabella Angelo was struggling for words to describe her dismal situation. She stood on the kitchen side of the red laminate counter fixing her hair in the reflection off her computer screen. It was a slow night at the diner, but then again it was always slow when you worked the night-shift at a rundown diner in the middle of nowhere Florida.

As a aspiring playwright, the nights gave her added hours of work time. The owners were nice enough to let the college graduate work double duty at the cash register as long as she kept the business in check. The downside was that the dark outdoor surroundings combined with the bright fluorescents offered zero inspiration.

The sounding of the doorjamb bell made Isabella jump. She looked up to find a boy stumbling through soaked to the bone. Ripping off the hood to his jacket, she saw a burst of red hair. Shaking off the water, he caught her eyes.

"You guys have hot coffee here?" he grumbled.

Isabella set off to find the grouch a mug.

Hanging up his coat, the man sat down at the counter and put his head between his hands, nodding to the television hanging in the corner. "Ugh, have they given an indication as to when the rain will end?" His slightly accented voice sounded strained and desperate.

"No," Isabella tried not to smile, despite the poor man's given status; his hair ran wildly around his head. She set the coffee down in front of him. "But I like to believe in wishful thinking."

After a few sips, she brought over the television remote, seeing as he was the only customer and offered him a gentle smile. "Don't bother to ask if you need anything else."

"It's three a.m. and my car ran out of gas in the middle of a thunderstorm. So unless you have a way for me to get home . . ."

Before the girl could catch her tongue, "I am not sure if you are a flirt or a pessimist. But either way, I am here until five-thirty." Her face twitched, she flattened her blue frock, and turned down to her writing once more.

"So, how many coffees can I order in two and a half hours without seeming like a total creep?" he muttered before picking up his mug and moving two seats closer to the cashier. "Is the atmosphere always so dreary in here?" he asked looking around.

"Ahh, yes, it is an exciting life I live," she replied sarcastically.

Strangely, he laughed. "There must be something exciting that you do then," he searched for her name tag, "Willa."

"I tell my life's story to strange men who walk into my place of work at odd hours of the morning."

"I understand. You must get a lot of creeps in here. But like I said, I am stuck until the rain stops." He shrugged. "There's no one else to talk to around here."

Willa poured more coffee into his mug. "And trying to pick up the waitress is what you decide to do with your free time?"

The boy stumbled over words to combat. "I … uh. .-um no, sorry."

Willa replied with a wink, "Just kidding."

Inspiration sure had a strange way of drowning her.