Winced in Pain

by terrans

A series of 100-word drabbles featuring everybody's least favourite prosecutor- the dude with the name, the Winston Payne. Set between JFA and T&T (though some take place before/after).

1. Restaurant

"Excuse me."

The waitress ignored him as she moved onto the next table, greeting them cheerfully.

Perhaps I should try again.

"Hello, pardon..." he spoke a little bit louder. Nobody had come to take his order in over fifteen minutes. Winston Payne awkwardly watched the waitress run off to the kitchen. She was the only one at the restaurant at the time; Star Sing Lobby wasn't a very popular place to eat.

The waitress hopped past again, looking bored.

"Miss, if I may order now...?"

She stared off into space, before walking off to welcome another batch of customers.