Maria sat in the back room of the Crashdown, trying to calm herself down after running away from Michael and reliving a particularly painful memory. Finally she stood up, straightened her apron, and went back out to take orders.
Her first customer was a rather large woman. "I'll have a chocolate milkshake, the #3 with extra mayonnaise, and a large piece of cheesecake," the woman said.
Maria took all this down and walked back to the kitchen, muttering under her breath, "Like you really need that cheesecake…" Obviously, she wasn't in the greatest of moods. The day had been trying, and all Maria wanted to do was go home and sleep until her sorrow went away. She only had about thirty minutes until her shift was over, but each second seemed an eternity. Towards the end of her shift, things started to slow to a crawl as the dinner hour was coming to an end. Screw this, Maria thought as she yanked off her uniform and headed out the door, ignoring Liz's questioning glance.
She hopped into her car, welcoming its familiar scent of pine-scented air freshener mixed with old running shoes (not the most pleasant smell, but still comforting all the same). Maria slipped the key in the ignition, turning it with the ease that comes only from much practice. To her dismay, the engine sputtered and died. "Great! I thought my day couldn't get any worse and now my car won't even fucking start and I can't exactly call my mom, seeing as she's running around with one of her boyfriends!"
"Need a lift?" the familiar voice of a sexy, spiky-haired alien caught her ears.
"Guess I was wrong again, my day could get worse," she groaned.
"What's that?" Michael asked.
"Oh nothing…I just…yes I'd love a ride home," Maria sputtered, practically kicking herself for accepting his proposal.
Maria climbed reluctantly into the passenger seat beside Michael, being sure to sit as close to the door as possible, and therefore as far away from him as was feasible. Both made a few lame attempts at safe conversation, trying to steer clear of any talk of their relationship. Maria was saddened by the fact that two people, who used to be able to talk for hours, now couldn't even hold a simple conversation. Two who used to be so in love now didn't know how to talk or act around each other.
Her first customer was a rather large woman. "I'll have a chocolate milkshake, the #3 with extra mayonnaise, and a large piece of cheesecake," the woman said.
Maria took all this down and walked back to the kitchen, muttering under her breath, "Like you really need that cheesecake…" Obviously, she wasn't in the greatest of moods. The day had been trying, and all Maria wanted to do was go home and sleep until her sorrow went away. She only had about thirty minutes until her shift was over, but each second seemed an eternity. Towards the end of her shift, things started to slow to a crawl as the dinner hour was coming to an end. Screw this, Maria thought as she yanked off her uniform and headed out the door, ignoring Liz's questioning glance.
She hopped into her car, welcoming its familiar scent of pine-scented air freshener mixed with old running shoes (not the most pleasant smell, but still comforting all the same). Maria slipped the key in the ignition, turning it with the ease that comes only from much practice. To her dismay, the engine sputtered and died. "Great! I thought my day couldn't get any worse and now my car won't even fucking start and I can't exactly call my mom, seeing as she's running around with one of her boyfriends!"
"Need a lift?" the familiar voice of a sexy, spiky-haired alien caught her ears.
"Guess I was wrong again, my day could get worse," she groaned.
"What's that?" Michael asked.
"Oh nothing…I just…yes I'd love a ride home," Maria sputtered, practically kicking herself for accepting his proposal.
Maria climbed reluctantly into the passenger seat beside Michael, being sure to sit as close to the door as possible, and therefore as far away from him as was feasible. Both made a few lame attempts at safe conversation, trying to steer clear of any talk of their relationship. Maria was saddened by the fact that two people, who used to be able to talk for hours, now couldn't even hold a simple conversation. Two who used to be so in love now didn't know how to talk or act around each other.