Mitchie flattened her skirt before taking one last look over the little restaurant where she was going to spend most of her summer. The tiny 'All day breakfast' restaurant was popular in her little town and from working here for most of the school year she knew that it was almost full every day. Mitchie loved the atmosphere with its red tables, posters all over the wall, tile floors and the fact that there were always some customers there. The owner of the small restaurant is a sweet old lady who came to waitress when Mitchie couldn't and came in to talk often. The cook, Tom, was one of the funniest men she had ever met despite what she had heard about his past. Now that the school year is done she is going to be working here full time to save up for University, meaning 9am to 4pm on weekdays and 9am to 8pm on Sundays. She only had one more year of High School left and she was almost certain that her single mother of three wouldn't be able to pay for any of her University fees.

"Y'all ready there Mitch? I don't think people will know were open if you don't flip the sign!" Tom hollered from behind his oven - which he claimed to love dearly and at one point had named to everyone's amusement.

"It's only quarter to 9 and you know they will come in anyway, but yes, I'll get it!" Mitchie hollered back while flipping over the sign. She grabbed her rag to get the one table she hadn't wiped this morning but before she finished she heard the chime indicating that someone had come in.

She looked over to see the group of seniors that frequently met here so she pulled together their usual table and motioned for them to come sit. She heard a chorus of "Good morning Mitchie"'s and greetings when they came to take their seats.

"Where are Earl and Helene?" Mitchie asked looking around the table. The chattiest of the group, Mrs Friz, answered first from the end of the table,

"Earl is going to be late and I heard Helene was sick, were all going to see her after breakfast." Mitchie knew that the group of friends had grown up together and wondered briefly if she would be this close with her friends at their age.

"Well tell her I wish for her to get well soon, do you mind if I take your orders before Earl gets here?" Mitchie asked with her response being a chorus of 'yes's.

An hour later the small restaurant was almost full and Mitchie was already getting tired. She heard the bell chime and placed the ice cream she was holding beside the little girl who ordered it before turning around to walk to the door.

At the door wasn't someone she recognized; He was tall - probably a couple inches taller than her height of 5"5, was wearing a leather jacket, a hat, jeans, and converse. He had black bangs that covered his eyes and was on his phone. He looked completely out of place in her perky restaurant.

"A table for.. one?" She asked politely.

"Yeah." He replied curtly without even looking up from his phone. She pulled her eyebrows together in confusion of his rudeness but let it go and led him to a table in the corner. She gave him a menu and went to tend to her other tables.

A couple minutes later she returned to his table and stood there for a second waiting for him to look up or acknowledge her so she could ask him for his order. She gave up and cleared her throat. He looked up abruptly and she was shocked for a minute at how cold and piercing his eyes were.

"Well?" He said tapping his fingers on the table. That made Mitchie mad; she hadn't done anything to piss this guy off so much as to be rude with her – she tried to be a nice person. But she reminded herself she was a waitress so she sucked in a breath before speaking.

"What can I get you?" Her voice sounded slightly strained to her ears but she doubted he would notice - or care either way.

"Coffee. Black." He said and didn't even wait for her response before turning back to his phone. Mitchie turned on her heel and walked over to the counter to slam down her note.

"Coffee. Black. Extra spit." Mitchie spat out before huffing and sitting on the stool next to her while Tom's quiet laughter rung out in the kitchen.

"What happened to make you angry sweetie?" Tom said leaning over the counter.

"Stupid customer in the corner is an ass. Stop laughing at me!" But of course Tom laughed harder and Mitchie even started smiling a bit.

"Sorry I can't help it, you're like a little angry pixie. Here's your coffee, extra spit." He winked before turning back to his oven.

Mitchie rolled her eyes at him before bringing the coffee over to the corner knowing Tom wouldn't spit in it. She placed the coffee on the table and turned around not bothering to wait for a thank you knowing it wouldn't happen.

Mitchie ignored the stranger in the corner until he left a while later and went to clean his table. He hadn't even left a tip.

"Asshole." Mitchie muttered under her breath before finishing the job.

The rest of the day went smoothly although that customer had pissed Mitchie off enough to ruin her day. At the end of the day during cleanup she ranted to Tom about it to which Tom just laughed and said.

"It doesn't take much to rile you up, little pixie, but it is amusing."