BANG!

"No… No! Meredith why? What have you done? How could you kill him?"

A young woman stared out a window, completely oblivious to her surroundings. She wore a waitress' uniform and therefore it was probably safe to assume that she was one. Slowly returning from her day dream, she let out a bored sigh.

'Things are always so slow here,' not a second after the thought flew through her mind a sharp pain struck her back, as her boss smacked her playfully on the back.

"Oi, Evelyn! Come back to Earth, we've got customers!"

Her boss, Morris, was a small portly man who despite his old age seemed to retain an unbelievable amount of strength. Yet he seemed strongly in denial of his own fit shape as he was quite commonly found using his age as an excuse not to do things.

Evelyn, rubbed her sore back with a frown, "We have customers?"

The café was quaint, pleasant, and had a wonderful array of treats, however, it almost always seemed to be deserted. Though, for reasons Evelyn had yet to discover, despite their lack of business they always stayed open. Evelyn's caramel eyes lazily scanned over the store; five booths, two round tables…. One customer.

With a roll of her eyes she stretched, 'You mean customer…'

As if reading her mind an older woman with blonde and white hair smiled softly at the younger woman, "Business is business, and each customer counts."

Her name was Sophia, and she was Morris' wife for God only knows how many years. She was teasing, motherly, and far too observant for anyone's own good, but she made up for it by being the most caring person Evelyn had ever met. However, it was also made quickly clear that while she was kind, she was no pushover. She and Morris had practically adopted Evelyn since the day, years back, when she had first stumbled through their café's door. The couple treated her as their own daughter, in both the positive ways as well as the negative, and Evelyn found she didn't mind it, though her attitude seemed to say otherwise…

"Right, right…"

As Evelyn made her way over to the man sitting in the booth, she found herself stopping quite suddenly. With a curious tip of her head she gave attention to the strange sort of air she felt around said man. He sat casually, yet elegantly. Relaxed, and yet pure business. He scanned through an obscene amount of papers, only pausing on occasion to write something down, and much to Evelyn's distaste, looked to have even more work in the briefcase that sat at his side. But none of this would have struck her as too odd, if it hadn't been for how young he was, despite being dressed as if he were from old England. All in all he was a rather attractive, if not strange, young man.

With a quick sigh Evelyn stuffed such thoughts behind her and made her way over to the booth, 'Happy thoughts, happy thoughts.'

"Hello," she began with the cheeriest smile she could muster, "My name's Evelyn, and I'll be your waitress. Do you know what you wish to order?"

Grey eyes barely lifted away from the paper to give her a bored look, "Black tea," and just like that he returned to his papers as if nothing had happened.

Evelyn felt a twitch of anger surge through her, but carefully fought it down and managed to keep her 'sweet' smile, "Coming right up."

She made the tea with little to no enthusiasm and was quick to return with a friendly persona, "Here you are! Would you like anything else?"

This time it seemed that he'd decided that she wasn't worth the small pull away from his work and was granted a curt 'no' without even the slightest glance. The mix of a pout and a glare made its way to Evelyn's face before she turned and made her way back to behind the counter, "Rude."