It was the tinkling of the door being open that brought him out of his daze. He looked up and saw the waitress seat the sole person in a both near the corner.

'Great' He thought, 'No more procrastinating.' He heaved himself out of his chair, put back on his apron and moved a couple of plates around so it sounded as though he was working. He glanced around for the other waiter, and when he didn't see one he pulled out a glass and filled it with ice and water. Well, mostly ice because by the time it went from his hand to the table, some of the ice would have melted. Oh, the joys of being a Pryo. He set it one the counter where the cooks place all of the food, wondering where all the cooks where. Usually there were three of them in the kitchen; now there was only one. He supposed it was because there was only one costumer, and only had been one since 7. He glanced at his watch. 10:03. Only 57 minutes left of his shift. He groaned and was about to go back to his reading when a woman slapped him on the head.

"No sleeping on the job!" The waitress scowled at him, and shoved a drink in his hand, motioning to the girl.

"Hey, that's your job...." His voice trailed away as she proceeded to clock out and leave the building. That left him and the cook. Great. The guy was either crazy or drunk. He went to give the girl her..whatever it was, and found himself instead giving her an odd look.

She had found the creamers, and had stacked them one on top of he other, skinny end to skinny end, fat end to fat end. The finished tower was about a foot tall. She picked up the bottom creamer, balancing the stack perfectly. The girl then put her other hand on the creamer right above it, and put the bottom one down. She repeated this process extremely quickly, and Warren was sure she was going to drop them.

'Great, more work' He thought. Fortunate for him, she had more talent then he thought and all of the creamers were in the shape of a wall.

He put down her drink and asked if she was ready to order, which he knew she was, playing around like that.

"The waitress leave? Huh, I thought normal people had heard of 7-Pep-Dew. Um, I'll have the spring rolls, and the won-ton soup."

"Uh-huh" With a raised eyebrow, he left to go give the cook the order. Then he sat back down and propped his feet up. He opens his magazine back up and continued reading.

The girl watched as he walked away. With a shrug, she reached into the bag beside her and pulled out a book.

When her food came he carried it out to her. The creamers were in a little tower, and the sugar holder was balanced on top. He set the stuff down in front of her and noticed the candle was out. He whipped out his lighter and lit it for her.

"Need anything else?" He asked, fumbling with the check.

"No, I'm good. Thanks." She watched him fumble with the order booklet, and she extended her hand to him. "May I?"

He handed her it and she expertly took the sheet off purple transfer paper, slip it in between the white and yellow sheets, write down the order and the total. She then ripped off the bottom copy, pulled out her wallet and gave him back the pad.

"You are obviously a bus boy. The purple sheet is used to transfer the order or whatever on to both of the sheets. Here's a twenty."

Warren just stared at her for a moment and then picked up her twenty and went to get her change. When he came back, the creamer had changed once again. This time it was a tower, in which the base was the shape of a Yin-Yang symbol. He handed her the change.

"You know what time it is?" He asked her, as he watched her slip a five on the table.

"Ah... 10:39. That's for you, by the way, not the waitress who dicthed me." She motioned to the five.

"Why did she leave?"

"I think it was because I asked her for a pop with Pepsi, 7-up and Mountain Dew, all mixed together. I don't think she grasped the concept." She explained with a sad shake of her head. "Better get home before my mum freaks. Nice talking to you, kid." And with that she stood up and was about to walk out when she turned around.

"You gonna be here tomorrow?" Warren nodded. "Hm. I'll be back." And with a dramatic turn, she walk out. Warren just stood there. He sighed, and began to clear off the table. 'That was interesting.'

She walked out of the Paper Lantern, and into the brisk night. Taking a deep breath, she smiled, at peace, and turned and walked home.

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Sorry it was short, but I wanted to upload something. Not I very good start, I know, they are distant because they don't know each other. Will get better! I promise!