A sigh escapes Sync's lips as he trudges along. It's getting dark outside, and he's beginning to get cold. Sync is an "under appreciated" musician, fighting his daily battles with a notebook and various writing utensils. He hates to admit it, but he hasn't showered in weeks - he hasn't been able to. The sun has fully set, and Sync sees a small light in the distance. Getting closer, he sees that the light is a family diner. It's empty inside, and he notices one lone waitress. She has luscious [Hair Color] hair, [Eye Color] eyes with a far away look in them, and a pretty face.

Sync digs in his pockets, pulling out about two dollars in loose change. That should be enough for a coffee to warm him up, or something. He enters the diner, and the girl looks up. She looks like she's about his age, maybe a little younger. He can't tell.

"Welcome!" The girl's chipper voice scares him a little. "I'm [Name], darlin'. Pick a seat where ever!" She grins at him, and when he finally seats himself, she brings him a menu. "Take your time – we don't close until Midnight!" She gives a slight wave, then returns herself to the front counter. Sync takes his time to really see her beauty. She's lean and tall, with toned legs and pouted lips. She notices him staring, and she quirks an eyebrow at him. He gasps a bit and scrambles for his menu. The girl purses her lips, feeling her cheeks flush.

"Uh, [Name]?" He catches her attention, and she grins.

"Ready to order, dear?" She sashays over and pulls her notepad out of her pocket. "I'm ready when you are."

"Just a black coffee." He replies, and she nods. He held her eyes with his for a little too long before turning away. She hurries to the back to pour it.

"[Name]?" The voice of her manager scared her, and she spun around.

"Yes?"

"Who is that boy? You two seem to get along well." The girl shrugs.

"I have no clue, I'm just friendly when it's slow." She replies, pursing her lips. The manager laughs and waves his hand, dismissing her.

She heads to the kitchen. "Oi, Jerald. Make two grilled cheese's." She calls. The cook makes them and hands them on plates to her. She carries these plates and the cup of coffee to his table.

"Oh, I only ordered-"

"It's on me, green-hair." She sits across from him, pushing a five over to him. "Don't worry." He stares quietly at the five-dollar bill, then the waitress. She's already eating hers, staring idly out the window. She looks lost in a way, and he decides to start eating too.

"So." [Name] looks over at him. "What's your name?"

"Sync." He replies, wolfing down a half of the sandwich.

"Where are you from?"

"Daath." He takes a swig of coffee. "You?"

"Engeve. Where do you live now?"

He hesitates. What was he supposed to say? Where was he even right now? Before he could reply, the waitress chuckles.

"Your silence answers the question, green-hair. Well, you can stay with me if you promise to help with house work."

[Name] is lonely. An apartment with just her in it wasn't her ideal situation, and neither was working in a small family diner. Having someone as interesting as Sync, she decides, would make her life more fun.

He seems dumb-struck. He's just staring at her, a non-trusting look on his face. [Name] shrugs.

"If you don't want to, I won't force you." She smiles. "I'm sorry, you barely know me. My full name is [Full Name], I'm twenty-one and I work here at this family diner. I want to go to college to become a fonic specialist, however, I have no money. My favorite musical artist is The Tempest, and I can't play any instruments myself. I live in a two-bedroom apartment in downtown Keterburg. I'm single and currently, I'd prefer it to stay that way. I'm allergic to cats, and I have strawberries. My favorite season is [Season], and my least favorite book is any history book." She leans back, grinning. "So, anyway, the offer still stands. My shift ends in about fifteen minutes." She stands and clears her empty plate, sashaying back to behind the counter.

Sync knew his answer.